Crawlers کے بول

Crawlers Once you were alive Respected like a god.. But after you had died You carried the dead´s rod. Bad ones fear your claw, The others like your grace, But people who are crawling, Will never find a place. When you were reborn Fear increased too much, The dusk followed the dawn You made yourself to judge. Disliked crawling creatures, They hunt for your goodwill. You crush them with the force, Of your endangered skill.