Within the darkest hour, whoa where the dragon releases its power
They feel the urge to meet, yeah to share and intertwine
Lead the leader of the water, men and demons are soon
The killer grants his grace, they are reflections of the master's face
The night is young and fresh
Whoa the scent of macabre on it's breath
Scattered they form a pattern
To be seen from the sky yeah
If crimson was your colour, could your conscience bear your soul
Will you paint the place with murder, spirits breath so cool
Oh they are cowards falling from their own days
Infants raiding bet is raiding with hey
Rounding up and marching into the womb
Catatonic spending time unseen
Oh the husband slaves
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Lyrics submitted by Kyle Goebel.
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