Ghouls 歌词

Aren't they haunting you? Draining your mind's power, Aren't they? Aren't they manipulating? Superstitions! Skeletons in your closet, This night of your spirit They come, Sires of your errors, Medieval ghouls! Hope instead doubt is their death instead life, Ignorant bliss of your conscience. They thrive On all of our time spent composing the real, Every time we suspect Above there is some thing UNHEARD! UNTOUCHED! UNSEEN!.. It is so easy to fancy Isn't it easy to wipe out the kin? Drive the stake right in!