O' Murder! Murder most foul! The Beast o' the night did receive The offer of blood in his bowels Not for the thirst but thy greed
Upon the midnight hour Dare not ye gaze upon me I care not for man, nor his power All insignificant sheep!
Look me not in the eye My hand will take life without warning or pause Ye claim thy word is the right My judgement shall pass by the tooth or the claw Stay the hand on thy blade A moment is all between me and a feast Stand aside or be slain I honor the life of NO MAN, i am BEAST the way of the wolf the way of the wolf
Indeed, beyond understanding When all thou knoweth is power All thy glory means nothing Mine eye sees flesh to devour
Fool, thou art to implore The nature, the fate, of the lost "No chance, the victim, how poor!" Gaze upon what ye have wrought!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
