Songtext von Skinwalkers

nights will shorten to spill the skin hellbent and hammered descent liquored, laid among the gathered hunter to runner in rival pissings the scene is thickly managed paranoia recorded on tombs sizing, secular view-deconstruct identity siege them, seldom seen in towering eyes swelling spawn, sagging from the tint combat ills, it's murder for passage skinwalkers loom to roam alone half nature, half monster-arise from tension-evolved from moderation nights slip with caution to the wind saviors sent to stripped-out surroundings phobic shock is valor when haste proceeds arrival black mass crusade for the loyalist ceremonial motherload-panic serves momentum in chaos when the chase is on impetus at face value, will and weapon on the people the walk of snipes in the plague of age