Your heart is a mystified horror...
Playing with your courage and
feeding you terror
Before dawn..
It's like your heart is wet like a
morning lawn...
You can't see,it's like you can feel
the power of voodoo..
Penetrating your brain and
making you flutter
Before dawn..
The vampiric spirit is on..
The twilight feast of the ghosts
are on,you want to mourn
Before dawn..
Your blood is freezed..
Your nerves are ceased...
It's darker than the darkest feast
of blood..
It's crazy,mazy,swee ping your
eyesights like flood
Before dawn..
Even scared is the sun..
You can hear the ancestral
spirit's song mourn..
You can see fear frighten
your scent of blood is
heightened..
You can feel your nails becoming
claws..
Esctacy are taking over your
flaws...
You can hear your soul howl...
Your nose is feeling something
foul
Bèfore dawn..
Your throat is drinking a storm...
You're swiming in a pool of
rum
Before dawn..
Fishes are becoming witches..
The winds are soaring and
singing a death hymn
Before dawn..
Slow becomes the time..
The dark skies clap a rhythm of death