Luck. Runs. Out. Crawl from the wreckage one more time Horrific memories twist the mind Dark, rugged, cold and hard to turn Path of destruction, feel it burn Still life Incarnation Still life Infamy Hallucination Heresy Still you run, what’s to come? What's to be? 'Cause we hunt you down without mercy Hunt you down all nightmare long Feel us breathe upon your face Feel us shift, every move we trace Hunt you down without mercy Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah Luck. Runs. Out! You crawl ...