Witchery

A Paler Shade Of Death
the night is young another human screams we stand as one we move at night at dawn we sleep `cause morning brings the light from death to life we've turned yet cold our blood veins burn we walk across your grave its your soul that we'll deprave chaotic yet with peace we close in as you sleep face the darkness - let go your soul nocturnal confirmation - you'll love the cold we race across the skies we bring the gift that never dies 666 - we strike in legion with the beast our pale complexion gleams wet lips from your bloodstream face the darkness - let go your soul nocturnal confirmation - you'll love the cold we race across the skies we bring the gift that never dies From Letras Mania