The Way The Horns Bend

by Padova

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lyrics

Wicked cowls run through the night as the moon becomes the sky
Weak and withered innocence look for a nest to die
Night takes over dusk consumes, evil overcomes
The fate of the unholy ones are not fate to those above

Chorus:
The plans do not account for me, I'm just man collecting dust
There is no one, no hand to lend, that's just the way that the horns bend

Thick air becomes thicker with every breath comes smoke
The sky is painted black with the howling churchyards cloak
The pointy horns upon his head pierce in the world above
Plotting to rule and then consume the lives of those unsung

Chorus:
The plans do not account for me, I'm just man collecting dust
There is no one, no hand to lend, that's just the way that the horns bend

Twisting around you
Its harder to breath
The darkness constricts you
No more to be seen
The bloods on the walls now
Running down your face
The Kershaw contorts you
The death you embrace