Текст Ciaran Lavery – Beast At My Door

There’s a beast at my door better not let it in
Though it cuts a fine figure, someone I can put my trust in
Seen her talking to the neighbour «look what become of him»
There’s a beast at my door better not let it in

There’s a restless fever spreading over this land
And it’s wicked and evil and it come with a plan
But it tugs on my cold sleeve trying to take my hand
There’s a restless fever spreading over this land

Sometimes in the night, pray I’m not overcome
By the weight of the darkness and the
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it preys upon
But I’m only a mind, honey I’m not that strong
Sometimes in the night I pray I’m not overcome
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There’s a beast at my door and it wants to come in
And it tells me to be reckless and it talks about sin
So far I ignore it, again and again
There’s a beast at my door and it wants to come in