September Mourning - Go for the Throat

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I am the wolf at your door
Fangs taste blood
Can I have some more?
Haven’t had my fill
Haven’t had it yet
You know I will
Can’t drain the blood from empty veins
I need your life
Keep me sustained
Oh my God
My darkness
My demons
Suck the breath from our chests
Oh my God
My darkness
My demons
Night becomes me
Cries heard for centuries
Rise to my beckoning
Hear my call
Bittersweet in my mouth
Taste of you
I can’t wash out
Fill the empty void
Starve the soul
I’ve lost control
Can’t break the curse
It’s meant to last
Become the voice
Of souls who’ve passed
Oh my God
My darkness
My demons
Suck the breath from our chests
Oh my God
My darkness
My demons
Night becomes me
Cries heard for centuries
Rise to my beckoning
Hear my call
All this time
I’ve been standing here
Perched on the brink of madness
All my life
Wasted years
Losing myself to the darkness
Night becomes me
Cries heard for centuries
Rise to my beckoning
Hear my call
Night becomes me
Cries heard for centuries
Rise to my beckoning
Hear my call