Pilgrims of Yearning - The Visitor
Someone is knocking at the doorI know who's coming
My body shivers
With nausea and cold
I wonder if I can survive
Another battle facing
Its acrid hiss
Its rusty teeth
Its eyes are thirty thousand
It wears red tore garments
It grows in corners
It feeds on locked preys
Prowling in silence
The Greatest Dread wipes out the fields and
Crawling, marauding
It spreads the fear
Waiting in darkness
The blow will fall on me anytime now
Blaring in nightmares
The roaring drums bring up a cursed sign
Someone is breaking through the wall
I hear its fast pace
The clock's tick-tock
Thrusts my chest
I will drawn once more tonight
Surrounded by its soldiers
Their names are heinous
Bad omens
Prowling in silence
The Greatest Dread wipes out the fields and
Crawling, marauding
It spreads the fear
Waiting in darkness
The blow will fall on me anytime now
Blaring in nightmares
The roaring drums bring up a cursed sign
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Pilgrims of Yearning
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