- cifra
It comes from the depths of a place
Unknown to the keeper of dreams.
If it could
Then it would steal the sun and the moon from the sky
Beware
Human at sight
Monster at heart
Don't let it inside
It could tear you right apart
No guilt
It feeds in plain sight
Spirit Crusher
Stay strong and hold on tight
Spirit Crusher
Speaking in killing words
The vicious kind that crush and kill
No mercy
Its pleasure to taste the blood that it bled
[Solo Schuldiner/Hamm]
When it's time to feed, to fulfill
The need to consume a breath
Some will rise, standing tall
Breathing out all the breath
From the voice of a soul
