Psychotic unbalanced killers, no regret and no remorse
Rip the head off, cut the wires
I'll see him dead before the sun shall rise again
We'll see him dead in the ground
Put on our hands the tools in which we'll kill him dead
Tonight there's nowhere he can hide from me from us
We'll rip out his heart, rip out his soul, and make sure he will
Never walk again
Paid in full to the devil's rejects
Four monsters cloaked in black
The reincarnated corpses of the dead
Will stalk the streets tonight in search of you
Try and fight them off with all your might with all your strength
They kill the most pious in the church just for fun, just for laughs
And should you think that they will show you mercy
You should think again again again again
We're coming for you
We'll find you
There's no shadow you can hide in
We're coming for you tonight
Live for the hunt and the chase
We are the four doom makers