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this is who I became
Rage strikes the shadowing beast.
Agony rests in the eyes of the deceased.
With the hands of a killer it becomes unleashed.
I'm the one you expected least.
I'm a lone wolf, white as ice.
At night the forest isn't so nice.
The moon is calling for a sacrifice.
Hallow screams of the dead arise.
Among the trees, I am the shadow.
There's no escape once you've entered my meadow.
You fear me and it's clear you are weary.
Yes dear, see it get all the more eerie.
Don't blink or you will miss it.
Don't turn or you will kiss it.
I'm right behind you, twisting your gut.
Ashes of the wake, your soul is mine to take.
Your last thought was suicide.
Pulled the trigger before you could decide.
sorry... was a slip of my finger.
Tonight, my father, I become Lucifer.
Agony rests in the eyes of the deceased.
With the hands of a killer it becomes unleashed.
I'm the one you expected least.
I'm a lone wolf, white as ice.
At night the forest isn't so nice.
The moon is calling for a sacrifice.
Hallow screams of the dead arise.
Among the trees, I am the shadow.
There's no escape once you've entered my meadow.
You fear me and it's clear you are weary.
Yes dear, see it get all the more eerie.
Don't blink or you will miss it.
Don't turn or you will kiss it.
I'm right behind you, twisting your gut.
Ashes of the wake, your soul is mine to take.
Your last thought was suicide.
Pulled the trigger before you could decide.
sorry... was a slip of my finger.
Tonight, my father, I become Lucifer.
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