Tonight sam is in a forest
The rustle's trees is inflecin' him
Blind men are pursuing him, to avenge themselves
They claim this pleasure of being
Victim of hate, that falling in evil's jaws
The hate remains, and the danger goes on
Impotent face, graven by malaise
They wiped out the just of rushness
Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces
Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces
In the escape, Sam turns to them
Their look is lapidary, and the remains petrified
The occult forces are blocking him
They claim his pleasure of being
Victim of hate, that falling in evil's jaws
The hate remains, and the danger goes on
Impotent face, graven by malaise
They wiped out the just of rushness
Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces
Blind men, Blind men and Occult forces
Their life haven't even a feeling
Rising from subsoil, thirsty for blood
Lead by occult forces, Drived by hunger
They claim this pleasure of being