Under cover of dark they conspired Release from oppression inspired The shackles that bound unraveled Ever daunting, way out untraveled
The trap was in place, bait swallowed The doctor fell prey, death followed The fluid inside the skull plate Pressure driven psychopathy
Hands round the throat Scalpel to the skin Blood falls to the cement Evidence compounds Conflagration clears the ground Life was strained from all in the way "Life is earned for those who escape!"
"Provisions will be improvised. The forest is where we must hide. The caves, to regroup and regrow." Demented civilization will rise
They hunted, they plowed They took all that nature allowed This land, overthrown No choice but improvisation
Wandering fools killed and claimed Straying damsels captured and tamed Some say the witches of Milford to blame Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames
Decades scrape by Generations born into sin Mutated they stalk
Those who dare to walk in the forest Be wary, there is trouble abound A new breed of humanity Surviving by hunting you downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
