Creatures Of The Dark

When sunlight turns to red
And the moon begins to rise
Hidden in the creeping fog
The creatures of the dark awake
Barung their sharp fangs
They starve for new victims.

They seem to be saviours
But have split tongues
They seem to be of flesh and blood
But are mirages of lost souls
Full of wrath and fury
They look for revenge.

Running from the day
And waiting for the darkness
They are damned to a restless life
Damned to be creatures of the dark.

Fear the creatures of the dark.

Beware of the calling voices
Singing the anthem of full moon
Beware of the rising shadows
Bringer of fear and terror
Beware of the scent of blood
Marking the trace of dead
Beware of the sons of falling darkness.

Fear the creatures of the dark.

All the past is forgotten
All the future makes no sense
Being a shapeless blurry image
An intangible appearance
from the dark side.

When sunlight turns to red
And the moon begins to rise
The creatures of the dark awake
Calling for revenge.

Forever blurry images
Forever damned to the dark
Forever lost souls
Forever until the day of doom.