From the morning shadows of the night to the darkest forests that hold no light, there is a tale of a creature's life and his legacy…
There is a tale that once was told by a peaceful people who inhabit the cold. When the sun goes down you may behold his primal wrath.
In for the kill, go straight for the throat. Stalk, kill and feed is all it knows. Crack your skull, don't slip on the ice, for it would be the end of your life. So fight. Prevail. Make a game of your final burial. Unproven exsistance of a screeching call. See it for yourself just wait for nightfall. He lies and waits stalking his prey. Fall victim to savage butchery. Tear out your heart, rip out your throat, and drink of your blood when your chest implodes.
My remains lie face down in the snow... How did i know i would die alone? Now I lay here with all that is left of me. I wait for death to set me free.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.