Shadowland, day 9 I keep to write about the bride, A mother of moonkind I have search Since dawn of mankind Man has to hide at night
Curse of the moon Corpses every month Lie in the woods bited and pulped An endless hunt The theets that blunt She howl at night You point the sight
Her breathing behind your dirty neck The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
Shadowland, day 12 I keep to delve into the shelves I’ve found a spell, I’ve found a damn Cast by a witch against a madam “Oh sweetheart, sweet gem You killed the wolf that ate your lambs So I curse you To realize how poor we are Without some fight Inbreed the innocents Biting the blood vessels Look at the beast you are An hairy wolfmoon madam Remember rotten heart”
I look at night to see the light Of the moon, my enemy I feel thrill, I feel ill My nails are growing fast Time for the beast I feel the rageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
