Scream… Rips the silence of the…
Night… Fear is rising…
Inside…You must run or you will die

To taste (the) fear, to taste (the) pain
Is what they need to believe…
In this cutthroat (The killing (of) wolves)

So painful, I make you feel
The taste of my cold blade
Midnight, something will change
Full moon, the funeral of souls

Scream… Rips the silence of the…
Night… Fear is rising…
Inside… You must run or you will die

To taste (the) fear, to taste (the) pain
Is what they need to believe…
In this cutthroat (The killing (of) wolves)

Cutthroat, devours your flesh
Cutthroat, wakes up in form of beast
Cutthroat, bestiality at midnight
Cutthroat, nocturnal hunter

Hunting in the darkness, flesh
I can’t stop my rage now
Hunting in the darkness, flesh
I can’t stop my rage

The night will falls fast and the screams will begin

{Solo: Willian Passos}