The Rising Of The Black Moon

I hear you in my head!
Whispering daemons
There is no place to hide from
Voices penetrating mind
No strength for resistance
They force me and I have to go.

I roam over towns
Full of dead people
Fire glimpse reflecting
In dead opened eyes
Dismal ghosts
Surround me all the time
Their screams I hear
Every full moon night

Shadows are moving
Vampires in the darkness
Hide from deadly shine day light
Feel the smell of your blood
I don t know who I am
Could I be the enemy of god?

I roam over towns
Full of dead people
Fire glimpse reflecting
In dead opened eyes
Dismal ghosts
Surround me all the time
Their screams
I hear every fool moon night
Every night!