Round these parts they still burn witches. |
We are children of Nero |
You can’t tig your butcher |
Like a screw |
Forever Halloween |
Beware the beast, his speed and his claws but most |
Those that say they aren’t scared of the dark, they’ve never been truly trapped in it. |
I am a diseased god |
If my Gran taught me anything it’s that earthquakes are just god farts |
Even Angels Fall, That Does Not Make Them Human |