Soul Creatures
Come watch the moon rise, as the sun
turns red;
I bring my blood my daggers as we walk
with the dead;
Some we treat like friends, and some
we don't;
While a few rest from gun shots, others
have died by rope;
We preach and drink with the ones
we know;
And walk on the graves of those
we don't;
If you can take heed, don't try
to fight;
We'll steal your life, your soul, we are
the "Creatures of the Night."
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