Connor J Sheffield

Church of the Damned

I’m stood in this darkened place
I see it so clear
A strange look on my face
The light that once drew near
Is disappearing over and afar
The ghosts start to rise
Under the brightest star

 

Open your eyes
The church of the dammed

Spreads fear in the heart
Of the Devil himself
The curse will soon start

These spirits were once men
But now they shriek in the gallows
Hidden in this stone den
The pools of blood stay shallow

 

This full moon rises
I feel a Lycanthropic rage
The church is full of surprises
I'm like a beast in a cage

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A storm approaches
It shakes the ground
It awakes the cockroaches
My heart starts to pound 

 

The beast has won
I am no more
I see no sun
But I Growl and roar

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My fur is thick and black as night
These ghosts you see
Will fill with fright
When they notice me

I am what all creatures fear

Claws so sharp and eyes so blue
I frighten all, with what they see and what they hear
I crunch all the bones as I chomp and chew

 

The church of the dammed
Such fear I will send
Into the Devil himself who watches the land
This horrid curse will soon end