Woh the pyros of dark,
You can never crawl too far,
Weighed down for all, sneaks the dawn.
Run!
Drained from who, you know who you are, and don't you lie to me,
That's right… i'm not your downed star.
Hara-kiri, missionary,
Vampires own the night.
Accept defeat and run.
Pained, what purpose to take me
The fool and slip the courage to leave you and move on.
Run! hara-kiri, missionary, vampires own the night.
Accept defeat and run (x2)