Murder

Nightfall again in my eyes
Deluge of blood reveals the crime
Sight of red filtered once more
Means it an impulse, prince of night


Sexual atraction, holiday funeral
Addict and thirsty, get out his way
He lost the control, descends the hate
Decends the hate


Theated eyes and cursed life
Around the dead track, killer of darkness
The spirits burning, the murder is coming


Maybe one day you`ll hold a scythe
A bloody scythe


Even you pay with your life
Even they kiling you every night
Hell behold your narrow light
The light within you won`t realize


Maybe one day you`ll hold a scythe
A bloody scythe to remind