Paranormal actions in the dead of the night Frequency dip, shadows, a flickering light
When the clock strikes twelve and the foghorns asound The horizon's caoted in a misty shround
Don't you see the signs? Tonight the town's painted red Don't you see the signs? This night belongs to the dead
Red eyes are gleaming, black rags are drenched Rising from darkness, they crave to avenge
Hooks scrape on the front doors, marking their way Six come to slaughter and six have to pay
Fog floats the chapel to retrieve what's been lost They are here for the priest and the settlor's crossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
