Текст песни Creatures - Mega

I got a Morningstar whip from a candlestick
I'm feeling all right
I'm gonna need something better to make it through the night
Hall of a thousand ghosts
Cleansed by the silver cross
Ascend the stairs, the feral shadows never had a shot
Feeling the pressure, feeling the plight of dealing with creatures of the bloodline
Slashing my way through living decay
Trying to hold onto this soul of mine
Running cold, blood's running cold pumping the curse of the moonlight feeling the pressure, feeling the plight trying to hold onto this soul of mine
They can taste the blood draining from my wounds, luring the creatures from underground lagoons
All my father told me, everything was true
"Son, the world's in trouble. Everyone is counting on you."
Generations behind my shoulder
I melt with the shadows, but he still knows I'm here
Crimson curtains, victims of time
Perforated by moonlight, shining down on a skeleton's engraving: "Brave ones beware. A giant bat dwells here. I was too weak. I could never find the axe." Break the rock, double shot
Axe in hand, I'm gonna bring this castle down