The Disciple

Days go by the end is near when the moon murders the sun its a time of fear , nervous shakes cause the devil is here arched back and howling roar , friend of the curse I am no more

Immortality has driven me insane , cannabilistic tendicies have caused me pain , only god will give me a sign , oh please lift this curse my great divine ,

Claws that sever now and forever The screams of the slaughtered , my plagued endeavor , I have made some new friends as thirsty as thee but in order to see you'll have to be murdered by me