Dare not tread the path upon which the damned do walk 'lest you meet your violent end A feast in the night for the stalker in the dark Beware
Raise your torches and rifles to the sky The hunt for the beast now begins At the break of dawn we'll have its head At first light fifteen men were found dead
For a day the town cried and mourned for the lost With closed caskets they bid them farewell Widowed wives with tear stained cheeks Vowed vengeance - never again
Upon the old moon a scream rang out Driving the town into a craze A body was found maimed and torn The town cried vengeance - fear it nevermore
Nevermore Never again
Ancient and foul A communion of man and of beast In cryptic writings described As the thing that stalks through the trees
Behold and despair The crimson moon shines again Of wolf and of man He who sits on the throne of the damned
Raise your torches and rifles to the sky The hunt for the beast now begins At the break of dawn we'll have its head At first light fifteen men were found dead
Nevermore Never again
Ancient and foul A communion of man and of beast In cryptic writings described As the thing that stalks through the trees
Behold and despair The crimson moon shines again Of wolf and of man He who sits on the throne of the damnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
