The Moonlit Knife!

Shrine!

Shrine!

Shrine!

Counting the stars forever bright, the first of the dead will bring the night. Those damned souls who did know how to fight. Hung out in the line to be your blood sacrifice.

The werewolf run the shadows realm, between the dark and light.

Th earths creatures tremble with its coming justice. Ground crumbles beneath your ugly bullshit.

Riot in the mosh pit, fingers trembling with the static. Somebody call a medic.

The sentences that will send their sorry souls to heaven or far worse than hell.

You tell me you won’t be a hallowed shell, a being that can walk through the fires of hell.

You tell me you won’t die or become a soulless carcass, but a creature that can harness life itself.

Love is lies - throw your pride in the blood, you loved to lie to get what you want.

You tell me your lies like it supposed to be, catch a bullet to the head for all you could never be.

A vampire temptress who stalks her prey in night.

A sweet lucidity turned into utter savagery, you tell me to lose my life to the calamity.

Give up your souls just to suffer alone, your theory of life has grown cold.

No all you gotta do is fit the mold, but I was build to trigger the storm, story’s are only ever told about the bold.

You tell me you won’t be a hallowed shell, a being that can walk through the fires of hell.

You tell me you won’t die or become a soulless carcass, but a creature that can harness life itself.

Love is lies - throw your pride in the blood, you loved to lie to get what you want.

You tell me your lies like it supposed to be, catch a bullet to the head for all you could never be.

With the pack you will never stand, you not a dog - you’re not even a man. You abuse your power like you the man. But against the goat, you haven’t even began.

Zombie land, that’s when intrusive thought s come in.

You want the power, locked up in your glass tower.

Tossing your weight at the pack, taking down bottles after bottle of jack.

A riptide wanna be, trying to be a gangster wail living off someone else’s money.

Check yourself because you’ve been talking snide, serving the dead through your blind eyes, tided down to the masses and their lies!

You tell me you won’t be a hallowed shell, a being that can walk through the fires of hell.

You tell me you won’t die or become a soulless carcass, but a creature that can harness life itself.

Love is lies - throw your pride in the blood, you loved to lie to get what you want.

You tell me your lies like it supposed to be, catch a bullet to the head for all you could never be.

Shrine!