When the gates are close and the full moons high Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper He lives off the flesh of the living and dead Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
Captured is this village By a creature so evil and vile He searches for the bodies of the recently past
If he can't find a corpse to fill his needs He'll turn to the village streets His hunger fuels his ferocity It resumes to consume its feast
When the gates are closed and the full moons high Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper He lives off the flesh of the living and dead Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
The cobblestone streets are empty Even stray dogs are no where insight The night time screams are fresh In the town peoples minds
The beast can be heard a mile away As he treads through the fields and trees Drawn to the glow of the street gas light He depleted the grounds of the newly deceased
When the gates are closed and the full moons high Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper He lives off the flesh of the living and dead Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
It starts the hunt By scent and search Through village roads Amd graveyard dict Lurching forward In the midnight mist One time a month In the full moons kiss The creature's stench
Fills the ways The newly dead In unmarked graves A victim shouts God's name in vain The captured living Screams in pain
(Spoken) In the dead of night When you're walking home alone You can feel his piercing stare Your hearts beats a little faster As sweat rolls down your face His hot breath on the back of your neck
You can't escape him He smells your fear It all seems like a bad dream He'll soon devour No one can help you They can only hear you scream
When the windows are shut and the doors are shut Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper The lamps on the street cast a shadowy death Nothing's gonna stop the CreeperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
