Sleep, Under the envious Moon oh my love, til the end i will lust For the beauty in your Sleep, cold and alone thy love I'm taking your soul, the beauty the whole And I'm ravaging your sleep Ohh, why don't they just let me know The end of all, the night upon The shadows they must grow Split the wick, the pale light is cast So its room to room, as the evil looms This feeding must be had, lie in wake I've taken all the light No reflection on the walls to spawn The death of my own ghastly sight Down upon their heads, watch the blood pour forth from Every bed. Upon the floor they pool They'd scream if they Had the chance to tell their story Just another life, another strewn out for the crowds delight Tells another tale of a severed eye Another crushed skull and I've washed the night off I run these rails and I'm all The night it calls upon 1912, eight to hell The bells foretold oh the sigal of light But they death they hold shows the darkness of night Oh the torture I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay World in decline, such a fallacy they say It's the way, these young ones must pay Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways Clean this home, of all the shame And never reconsume the death they bring Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill What the fuck What you gonna do burn anyway Can't thing of a better way to say, just another lost hope Hanging on the ropes, you'll never see another day anyway No more, not a single thing you can say, but just slay I'll take it all of this pain, it can all go away Every bed. Upon the floor they pool They'd scream if they Had the chance to tell their story Just another life, another strewn out for the crowds delight Tells another tale of a severed eye Another crushed skull and I've washed the night off I run these rails and I'm all The night it calls upon 1912, eight to hell The bells foretold oh the sigal of light But they death they hold shows the darkness of night Oh the torture I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay World in decline, such a fallacy they say It's the way, these young ones must pay Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways Are they innocent? No more, they bleed until I slay no more Will the end be grim for them? I say let the axe say when The skulls give way, and they Lay still in the jealous moon And the sun reveals the truth That the crowd consumes I swing the axe, it's the penance you pay World in decline, such a fallacy they say It's the way, these young ones must pay Pay for the sins of our fathers wicked ways