speak

 
I'm afraid at night
it's chilling how the day can lend you false comfort
that evil doesn't hunt in sunlit afternoons
really I don't think that's it
I want to always be aware and see it coming

I don't think the dark wants to fuck with me
when released from my mortal tomb
I want bloody combat pure and simple

taste the winds and flee
every imagination formed against me
this isn't my first dance
DOA...dead is dead I'll drop you where you sit

skulking in the background...dread
tasting innocence, mocking existence
I am guardian of this human
I see through the act

I was sent on a journey of discovery
I found you stalking my steps
I stay very quiet
you might not have known I was around

just know that I am

you don't hunt the hunter
the hierarchy has it's orders
outlaws of the faith be on warning
I am the warrior of this house

silently feel the cold of me and shudder