The Night Searcher

Coming after you
Screaming in to the night
Feeling your hot blood
Tasting your holy fear.

He will…dance on your tombstone.

The Night Searcher
Guardian of Death
The Night Searcher
You are killing yourself.

Now he fined you
He will taste your body
Suck your marrow
And crush your bones.
You cannot run
You cannot escape
The Night Searcher
Is behind your back.

Run, run haw fast you can.
Die, die you canno’t escape,
Kill, kill you today
Blood, blood frash rain.

He’s claws are on your back
He’s brethe is on your neck
You can feel bite
You can feel blood flow

The Night Searcher
Guardian of Death
The Night Searcher
You are killing yourself.

He will…back to he’s grave.

Only skin and dust
All that he left from you
Now he can back
Now he’s not hungry any more.

autor

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