When all the room in hell is taken

The armies of the dead awaken

The ghouls of hell have overflowed



The night before it was sheer terror

On a quest for flesh they draw nearer

As the sun goes down the darkness grows



And your blood runs cold

Your blood runs cold in...

The twilight of the dead!



Some who know but most are blinded

The world we know lies dead behind us

Through the night we run through bitter cold



There's nothing here worth left for dying

We have no chance but still we're trying

To the north we run til the morning glows



And your blood runs cold!

Your blood runs cold in...

The twiligth of the dead!