Oct. 30, 1990 “It will come tomorrow night, that slithering foul thing. It will come and demand its sacrifice… demand its payment in blood and death. And I will do so willing, because I love my boy. Young Mathew, my child, my little boy. He will be 3 years old tomorrow… tomorrow is his birthday, death-day, birth/death day. Yes… my Mathew is growing into a life young boy. Yet, the fear comes… and I must drink to calm my shattered nerves… for just the stench the fowl thing brings is enough to gag me. I feel I am now forever bound to this thing, this hideous cold darkness that slithers in and out of time and space itself. Oh! My soul is damned to eternal damnation for the deals I have made.”
THAT THING WHICH LURKS IN SHADOWS
That thing which lurks in shadows! The horror, that devils in the dark. You’ll never know, when it’s coming for you, until it’s too late, it already has you! It creeps up right behind you, and grabs you by the throat! You’ll scream loud no one hears. It’s the thing that everyone fears Death incarnates some kind of being. This nightmare horrific, beast!!! That thing which lurks in shadows! The horror, that devils in the dark! You’ll never know when it’s coming for you! Until it’s too late, it already dead!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
