Nox Nulla

Wake
Pack a bag
We’re leaving here
Run
Leave all your things
We’ve got bigger losses to fear
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Tread light
Be swift
But most of all, use your head
I’d hate to see you end up like they did
Not quite living
But not quite dead, oh
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-o-o-o-o-o-o
Up and gone, we’re on the lam
One step ahead of the damned
So grab a shotgun, grab an axe
And know I’ve always got your back
Red
Is all you see
It covers your hair and skin
And though you’ve always got it on you
You can never let it in
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-o-o-o-o-o-o
Pray
Pray to your saints
Count your rosary beads
Know
Know in your heart
That it won’t help you or me, no
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, woah
No, no, no, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
No-o-o-o-o-o-o
Up and gone, we’re on the lam
One step ahead of the damned
So grab a shotgun, grab an axe
And know I’ve always got your back
So grab a shotgun, grab an axe
And know I’ve always got your back
So grab a shotgun, grab an axe
And know I’ve always got your back
So grab a shotgun, grab an axe
And know I’ve always got your back