Paroles de Lunatic Full Moon Syndrome

The church bell rings for the dead Darkness falls and the pale moon rises The chill of the skin - the creeps on my back Eyes in the dark Dead voices speaks to me The wind blows cold So cold - so deadly cold I see myself dead Nerve system stunned Hair stand on my back Whispers all around me - ghostly chants My blood freezes to ice My limbs stiffens by fright They arise from their graves Stumbling lifeless nowhere Nowhere - going nowhere Under the full moon lunacy Lunatic full moon syndrome Lunar sick! The church bell rings again By hands of the dead I feel the no more life - skin turns blue My eyes dry out - i ache as i move In the graveyard - the icy shadows The thumb sounds of bodies falling The moon is red - i am dead!