Black silhouette, darker than the night. The ominous Cave hill engulfs my sight. Crowned silver by the moon at its keel like peak. In this malevolent place there is evil to seek. Stray not to the forest and stick to the path. Shadows beneath trees unleash their wrath.
Skin of shadow, eyes of fire, the demons of Cave Hill. Razor fangs, claws of knifes, human blood will spill. Skin of shadow, eyes of fire, the demons of Cave Hill. Razor fangs, claws of knifes, the demons hunger still.
Under black basked trees, silent they prey, embracing the night and shunning the day. An insatiable hunger, more bodies they need. Feasting on wanderers, demonic greed. A bestial bloodlust of the highest degree. Once in their grasp you shall never be free.
Skin of shadow, eyes of fire, the demons of Cave Hill. Razor fangs, claws of knifes, human blood will spill. Skin of shadow, eyes of fire, the demons of Cave Hill. Razor fangs, claws of knifes, the demons hunger still.
In their caves they sit gnawing and ripping, tearing flesh from bone, human blood for sipping. Often at night you can hear their ghastly cry, on the peaks of Cavehill, screaming at the sky. Where these beasts come from no one has ever known. The demons of Cavehill, what evil they have sown.
Skin of shadow, eyes of fire, the demons of Cave Hill. Razor fangs, claws of knifes, human blood will spill.
Skin of shadow, eyes of fire, the demons of Cave Hill. Razor fangs, claws of knifes, the demons hunger still.
Pitch black, claws in your back, soaking with blood, teeth in your neck, flung as if weightless, bones they crack, brought to their caves, no humans they lack.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
