peto

Bad blood

Who turned off all the lights 

Turned my days into nights 

And my nights into hell on this land

Why would angels attack 

Thought they covered my back 

Guess it\'s all on my own I must stand 

As they leave on the wing

A banshee starts to sing 

Her alarm wakes the ghouls from their sleep 

The flesh falls from the bone

They won\'t come here alone 

Now that death has his victim to reap 

It\'s a crowded affair 

As they climb up the stair

Shuffling closer so eager to feast 

I can\'t take anymore 

As they crash through the door 

Headed up by the blood curdling beast 

Though they\'re damned by a curse 

Seems I\'d just make things worse 

There\'s no love that they feed on left here 

With a sniff they turn back

Should be glad that I lack 

The compassion so many hold dear