Fresh-Blood

Darkness falls The moon turning red Beautiful creature From the undead In the rain Rises again Near people who stare Before they still can Thirty fine men Angry again With axes and knives Protect their own land Thirty dead bodies Covered in mud Save yourself, mortals She is thirsty for blood New people come And here they stand Fight something they Cannot understand Young men with axes Women - as good Pathetic creatures Are nothing but food Anger is now Turned into fear Denying the fact That their end is near Dropping their weapons Running away Facing the truth - There is only one way The faster they run The fu

Silly child with eyes full of tears Silly child I know your worst fears Silly child with nowhere to run Silly child the pain has just begun Silly child don't try to hide Because, silly child, I live in your mind.