The DJs are dedicating music to the deadnShe has no suspicion of the things that lie aheadnnPulled up in an empty street without a sign of lifenShe relaxed, she didn't know that time was getting tightnnIf she looked into his eyes she'd surely change her mindnShe was just a lonely girl who thought she'd made a findnnTurning up the radio and switching off the lightnNow she's been commissioned in the armies of the nightnnThe DJs dedication's drowning out her screamsnShe cannot absorb the shock, she's such a soft machinennSmashing up the radio and turning out the lightsnNow she's been commissioned in the armies of the night