كلمات Hour Of The Wolf

Beware of the bleeding Moon Cause I'm still missing you all day In every way Beware of the witching hour Cause I can feel you in my room Is that still you? Beware of the buried child He runs oh so wild and free He's just like me But I can't touch your skin It burns with the shitty grin of Zeus And heaven surrounds you Beware of the bleeding Moon Cause I'm still missing you all day In every way