The night, the night Cold, fuckin' dark Evil black thoughts Attack your soul
Don't think of anything Close the door of your mind Don't think of anything If you hear the voice of the dark
Your brain slowly splits in two Your soul can not decide One part of you wants to kill The other one is terrified
You can not cope the wish Feeling the urge to satisfy In this fight you can not win
The blood makes you blind
You can not restrain yourself anymore You are dead You became the puppet of the dark Driven madTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
