The village was missing its daughters. Where could they all have gone? Began to suspect the templars, and they were not wrong. They broke into there sanctum. Found them drinking virgins blood. Gouged out there eyes with burning torches, so they could not return. They cast a curse. The dead have no eyes, but they can still hear you breathe, Track you down by your heartbeat and run you down on phantom steeds. Screaming! Once they were holy warriors, ordained by God himself. Crusaders for his majesty, killed millions in his name. The spread his mighty kingdom, all that opposed are dead, they found drinking blood could sustain life, Now there undead and cursed. The dead have no eyes, but they can still hear you breathe, track you down by your heart beat, and run you down on phantom steeds. Screaming! The dead rise from the grave,undead templars, seek out the blood they crave, they savor maidens. An ankh with flames mark there tombs, You cross the dead in the night, and your doomed. The dead have no eyes, but they can still hear you breathe, Track you down by your heart beat, And run you down on phantom steeds. Screaming! Some say it was seagulls, that plucked out the templars eyes, either way there dead, blind and hungry, Dont cross the dead at night. Rise from the grave, feed on blood at night, You cant get caught in there deathly gaze, because the dead have no eyes. By Kevin Cash. Recorded by WEREBAT.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 11:12:59 +0000
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