Curse The Night (Savage Grace)

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