"Crashing through the branches we find ourselves in a darkened forest. Lurking beyond the tree line is a terror of tales we hoped to never encounter." In pale moonlight, I see his eyes Glowing with fire; he’s come to feast Upon our flesh; impale the heart Encased in fur; or to our death The vision clear, he’s drawing near With sharpened teeth, vicious his bite We run to hide in frozen springs Futile attempt to life we cling Searching for blood to quench his thirst In frozen sight this is now his time
Transforming light, transforming light Better run and hide Go Gnashing, clawing, thrashing He takes off our flesh to quench his thirst And now we die in full moonlightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
