Blackshape Songtext
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Silently, it comes
With no word or warning heard
Shape that haunts your dreams
The Thing Unknown, Thing Unseen
Blackshape
Slowly, it comes
Born of lust and pure disgust
Ever drawing near
Blackshape
It comes in the night
On wings of burning lust
To leave a wound
That bleeds forever
Thing of Torment, Thing of Fear
With no word or warning heard
Shape that haunts your dreams
The Thing Unknown, Thing Unseen
Blackshape
Slowly, it comes
Born of lust and pure disgust
Ever drawing near
Blackshape
It comes in the night
On wings of burning lust
To leave a wound
That bleeds forever
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