Letras
The book opens itself
An aura casts from darker spells
I look through the pages
And I foresee dark ages
The eclipse
Will mimic
Satans grip
Blood will drip
Grab a bottle and wait
For the blood moon rising
Prick your fingers
And pray for the moon baptizing
I tally up my walls
'Til the day we all fall
Begin to count your days
So your death won't be dismayed
The eclipse
Will mimic
Satans grip
Blood will drip
Grab a bottle and wait
For the blood moon rising
Prick your fingers
And pray for the moon baptizing
Darkness travels faster than light
Soul blackened darker than night
Grab a bottle and hold it tight
Brighter future out of sight
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