My blood is freezing in my veins
As the darkness cries with the tears of the rain
Throe inside and shake to the bones
The wind is throwing the stones to my window
And I'm waiting for the dawn
I hear the footsteps behind my door
I've got some guests tonight
Have they come to save or have they come for more
To take my life so easy and bring my fear to life.
Phantoms, phantoms
Let me see your faces
Let me hear your words
Phantoms, phantoms
They drag me through the dirt
They take me back to my past hours of lusting
They show me the pictures of death by my victim's eyes
They write down my name in the list of the rusted
Death-roll will be renewed, must I be surprised?
Phantoms
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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