Curse The Night

Killer on the run hunted by lawman's gun

Fugitive from man's reform, curse the day that he Was born

Hiding in another land made so many selfish plans

Being free from the law's long reach,

Was what he thought would bring relief

But too many lives claimed his life,

Was never ending pain

Too many murders in his memory,

His conscience made him go insane

Feel the spirits right beside you

Feel the air cold as ice

Your soul so lonely starved of life

Ghosts your victims haunt your flight

CURSE THE NIGHT

No escape from himself,

Too late to cry for help

A victim of his victims' cries,

No earthly reason why

The forces of the night,

Have their way of righting right

For one so bold to dare,

I warn you all beware