IT'S AWAKE

When the stars are beginning to fade, Clouds of mist are rushing trough the woods, When the crows pick at the dead, Than it comes awake! First there is only the breath of death, Followed by the screams of victims, When the blood is dripping, When all becomes a mess! It′s awake and it′s near, It′s raging and it’s the burning death of your fear. AWAKE, AWAKE, your life is at stake! Hunting through the darkest hour, With every drop of blood it gains so much power. It′s awake, AWAKE AWAKE, Your life is at stake. AWAKE AWAKE, It′s awake.

Mittwoch, 24. April 2024

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