We live in a town near northern ocean where sailors and their tales A dark past shadows its dead end streets they hold the secrets of a hundred years
The father raised the thing from the black reef
Our town would die without the religion that came from beyond the seas a mystic cult brought luck for the fishers ...those under brotherhood's will
The father raised the thing from the black reef and it wants your soul!
Hundred years ago they left the safe of shore and under bloodred moon they sailed into their doom Mist came from sea hiding evil being It sunk their feeble boats and plant its seed so old
Children were born with strange mutated forms they built a mystic dome to worship frog-like gods and night after night the streets are filled with fright they sing their evil chants in temple of the damned
Please, God help us!
When the clouds are gone you still may see it a shadow on the surface creeps attracting the gulls with its fumes of decay It spreads over town its plague
The father raised the thing from the black reef and it wants your soul!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
