What A Horrible Night Testo

this twisted wretched place showed by the utmost darks of hell

in dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell

where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane

where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day

liars line the raods at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held sacred weapons
to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell blood flows

down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh where a horrible

curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead

unholy inversion of home twisting the faith of the meek into hate driven insane by the

dark one to bring forth the foul bidding he speaks the undead are among us at dawn

they srink back to their silken beds they dance by night and drink the blood of

a child's broken neck his spires are growing taller still their shadows

stretching throughout the land freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker

minds of man into the tower never go the horrors multiply gears are mince the strongest

ones leaving heroes paralyzed the rivers flow with poison the sands swallow
you whole the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat