Savage Grace - Curse the Night


Curse the Night

Killer on the run hunted by lawman’s gun 
Fugitive from man’s reform, curse the day that he Was born 
Hiding in another land made so many selfish plans 
Being free from the law’s long reach, 
Was what he thought would bring relief 
But too many lives claimed his life, 
Was never ending pain 
Too many murders in his memory, 
His conscience made him go insane 

Feel the spirits right beside you 
Feel the air cold as ice 
Your soul so lonely starved of life 
Ghosts your victims haunt your flight 
CURSE THE NIGHT 

No escape from himself, 
Too late to cry for help 
A victim of his victims’ cries, 
No earthly reason why 
The forces of the night, 
Have their way of righting right 
For one so bold to dare, 
I warn you all beware

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