Beware when their torches illuminate the night. They burn, burn bright for you. Tremors take the form of a shaken, hungry horde, And who will be the last to cut through you?
Blood black, still gushes Blood cold, still rushes Teething through your skin, They're coming
Deprived of my sense of everything, I murderer Confined within a shrouded haze of endless dread, I murderer
Destined for the gallows, Yet I end in the shallows.
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