Under the moon the wolf howls
In the dark lies something evil and fowl
In the cold mist, falling deeper into the abiss.
creachers with blood lust in the night,
Fangs that peerses your neck with a strong bite.
The dead has awaiken to walk the earth once agin,
they watch and study your every move ,
Waiting in the shadows to seal your doom.
Your dying inside,fighting with all your might to stay alive.
pray to the hevens and the angels will answer your call but keep running away and you will shurely fall.
but its too late, your bones are giving way and your hart is starting to qwacke.
you have fallin into their trap and now they can feast,
try hard to stand but your body is too havy for your feet, so you lie down and let deth run it's corse,
now you're a walking corps.
They have stolen your soule,
but the worst has yet to unfold.
They have devoured your happyness.
They killed your individually and sladered your personality.
What was once love is now disspare,
What was once a dream is now a nightmare.
You are like a mummy now locked away in a toom,
Your like a radio with no toon,
your a slave to death,
forever traped under the laws of moon.