The Turning

The Turning
Lurking out of sight
Night shall fall and feed my frenzy
Beneath an eerie moon a change comes over me
Eyes glow by candlelight
A face divided in the mirror
My psyche ripped by daggers of my alchemy

Side by side with myself again
As midnight's curse descends on trembling hands
Oh, save my soul
Losing control when the bells toll
Savage on the prowl
In the lamplight's glow, nocturnal
My breath hangs like ghosts in the evening air
This ill effect, a vile creation
Of my design, abomination
The madness rages on and on
Side by side with myself again
As midnight's curse descends on trembling hands
Oh, save my soul
Losing control when the bells toll
Oh, feed my soul
I'm in control, when the bells toll
En la oscuridad acechante, la noche caerá y alimentará mi frenesí. Bajo una luna extraña, experimento un cambio. Mis ojos brillan a la luz de las velas, un rostro dividido en el espejo...