Verse 1

Midnight strikes on the silent concrete

I hear the echo of your racing feet

Adrenaline rising, the air grows thin

This is the moment where the games begin

You try to hide, but I trace your breath

A slow dance leading straight to death

Pre-Chorus

Every tear you shed is liquid gold

A beautiful terror waiting to unfold

Chorus

No victim escapes from my design

Your endless suffering is divine

I feed on the fear inside your eyes

Your screaming echoes to the skies

You cannot run, you cannot hide

The darkness takes you deep inside