blood lust on his lips.
He craves the dead,
our lives in his grips.
He's after our hearts,
he'll chew and swallow.
Blood pours from his mouth,
our lives will soon follow.
Death comes to those who wait,
He feels this. Eyes wide.
We try to run from our past,
but the truth we cannot hide.
The Jackal comes,
our souls in his grasp.
He'll take away our future,
by presenting our past.
Soon it is dark,
there will be no more light.
We find ourselves welcoming,
the Jackal and his plight.
P.S. Yea I know I use alot of Moonspell songs on my blogs, but they're awesome so idgaf
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