Luck. Runs. Out!. Crawl from the wreckage one more time, horrific memories twist the mind, dark rudded, cold, and hard to turn. Path of destruction, feel it burn! Still life... Incarnation! Still life.. infamy! Hallucination, heresy, still you run, whats to come, what's to be? Cause we hunt you down with out mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long, Luck. Runs. Out!