We Are the Thing you Fear
We are the ones that go bump in the night
Terrorize your very sanity
Leave you in a state of fright
Cold sweat running down your back
We are the source of your panic attack
Hear the voices fade away
We are the hunters and you are Prey
Take Heed
This is your final Breath
No Life
In the void of Death
Sleep Well
Soon you shall see
The city of the Dead
No matter where you hide
No place can keep you safe
Wicked Ways we will abide
Your Fate Lies in a Grave
To Gaze upon this land
Is to taint your very soul
Dead faces in the sand
Maw gaped to swallow you Whole

INVIA LE CORREZIONI