The Bump - Alain Caron

The nightsky seem to darken as if blood of black was in it's veins And thoughts of horrible deeds had imprisoned me in it's chains Not even the shadows of the c

Listen to the old owl who's shrieking as the final bellman Nature seems dead and wicked dreams abuse Thou sure and firm set earth hear not my steps which way th

Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull The remind of your life flashes by A li