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A crescent illuminator watches this witching hour
As you run with desperate haste
Beasts not of this world trail the scent
Awaiting the moment you're torn asunder

Voraciously chasing defenseless prey

On this night of untold darkness
They spread their blackened wings
Awaiting their fatal harvest
And the bloodshed that it brings

Crimson seeps from lacerated skin
As you feel every rip and tear
A once-breathing vessel to quench their thirst
Leaving behind a most gruesome sight

Voraciously chasing defenseless prey
Leaving desolation in their wake

On this night of endless darkness
They spread their blackened wings
Awaiting their fatal harvest
And the bloodshed that it brings

You slam the doors and try to hide
But through the mist, cuts blood red eyes

[ Solo - Jacob N. ]

The beacon of the night is a portent of ruin
As they go to the ends of the Earth
Bringing bloodshed and hopelessness
So fear for your life as day turns to night

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