Blood Moor Lyrics – Writ

The ghost is nigh
On the wake of lands with blackened grass
Shivers of parched blood float above
To thrust from high

Preparing the leech of joy
Draining whole
But patience is command
Since viands of walking meat need lure to fall warm

Forgotten the entrance was
No return to bounding lines
But somehow I stepped in
To find a driven reason

For the truth that lies beneath my nights
I shall cross betwixt the valley of demons
And my past, maybe I’ll die
But promptly life will see if it’s deserved

Or if being shunnеd by the piercing blood will be my fatе
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Writ Lyrics – Blood Moor

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Blood Moor