Noche de Nawuales - The Taste

Home, this monster chases and roams
Its 13 senses are strong
The hunter chases, its gone, its gone
I fathered me something wild
At night a shadow roams
I can't father you a child
Time shaped it into a crow
Chase chase chase, its a taste for your death
Chase chase chase, its a taste for the undead
Chase chase chase, its a taste for no breath
Chase chase chase, its a taste for no breath
There wasn't any other way
Our steps were meant to fade
There wasn't any other way
Our words were meant to fade

Written by:
La Sombra

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