December Moon by Morbid

From The Dark

by Morbid· from December Moon

He stood there so many times Funerals get orgasm from my soul From the funeral... from the past... from the dark The cross... a necromancer's cross By night will strike me... i die Ha.. huhahah.. I've died He step's out from the dark Cold smoke as he passes by ? I tried ? to ignore Cold smoke as he passes by ? From the death... from ?... from the dark ? That night ? by his crime, hatred ? his crime ? ? from the dark