Late at night, I'll be waiting Heretics to be located They have refused our gift Running into the light of all Last night, they were spotted Hundreds will meet their maker Illumination is Just a way of becoming a God Feel your death Die in pain There's no escape From this hell Run my friend, from the darkness Get away; I'll see your madness The time has come again Crawling into the fire cause Late at night, he'll be waiting Praying but not escaping Elimination is Just a way of becoming alive