Текст Winds Of Plague – One For The Butcher

When I’m dead and gone, I’m gonna rage in hell
I believe in nothing but believe in myself

One day, I’m gonna go
Coming back to haunt you as a motherfucking ghost

One for the butcher
Rising high with sharpened knives,
There’s no soul to hide behind these eyes
One for the butcher
It’s a full moon tonight
At midnight, the butcher will rise

When the sun goes down, you best not find yourself with no one home
You’re not alone
You’ll all be dead by dawn

One day, I’m gonna go
Coming back to haunt you as a motherfucking ghost

One for the butcher
Live in the dark long enough until your eyes adjust
One for the butcher
Born of primordial ooze, I’ve got no pulse and I’ve got nothing to lose

We are what nightmares are made of
What the feared fear most on this day of the living dead
All hallow’s eve where the dead rule the night
Translucent apparitions come into plain sight
Six more hours till the sun lights the sky
No one is safe on Halloween night
Unearthed from the ground
Spirits manifest from the gates of hell
Flickering flames pierce the lingering veil
Tonight, we forget the bounds of right and wrong

Come summer’s end when the leaves turn brown

Come take a walk on the dark side with me

Peel away the Earth and raise the dead
Back from the grave to strike again
We have come as children of the night
Sworn to drain everything of life