The dark has teeth and it will bite,
It feasts begins on Sorry Night.
When cold and fear are intertwined,
They'll chew up your heart and feed on your mind.
Where have the souls gone? What do they see?
The gateway to Hell's eternity.
When dark creeps in and eats the light,
Bury your fears on Sorry Night.
For in the winter's blackest hours,
Comes the feasting of the Vours,
No one can see it, the life they stole,
Your body's here but not your soul...
Mots clés fears sorry-night
good people do bad things
Simon HoltI know a secret,and secrets breed paranoia.
Simon HoltSurrender to your fear so you may triumph over it.Choose me,open you soul to me, and embrace the Devouring.
Simon HoltWe can always count on people to hate and to fear.To harm one another and to be harmed.To kill and be killed.It is what opens the gate.
Simon HoltMots clés fear harm people hate
Fear is the cancer
Simon HoltDevour your fear.
Simon HoltMots clés fear
If you dont know learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.
Simon HoltBeing scared is practice for being scared.
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