The fallen children

Against evil they stand

Gathered together

Hand in hand

Too young to avoid their

Dreams reality

Too late to save their

Peace of mind

Their mission was their fate

Tomorrow it can be too late



I see what you do

We'll meet in the catacombs

Kill my practicle jokes

But meet me in the catacombs



Down in the barrens

It's your turn to tell

On neibolt street twentynine

too late to turn back

Rooms are moving

Reducing and growing

Hold together

Whatever you do

This is one of it's dwells

This is a dream taken from hell

Unlock the door

To the bathroom

They sure that

It stand there

Waiting to kill

I see what you do...

Come your friends

Are dying down here

You shall face me

And face your fear

And I know you shall

Die for my peace of mind

In my life

Cry for the pain I'll give you

And don't try to come near

Because I'm scared

There is the spider

Give her a punch

With your mindcraft

For the future

Don't go too far

Cause the turtle is dead

We must kill her once for all

I see what you do...

Skinflint skinflint

The alien from the past

Skinflint skinflint

The alien from the past

Skinflint skinflint

Skinflint skinflint