On the Hillside

Mysterious fire lights in the sky
The cradle holds a sacred fire
You didn't see it
You didn't feel it
When fire's burning walk three times
From north to south, split in half
From east to west, not human shape
New born lay dead, the spell is out

It will creep trough all the seeking town
Can't hold it long, it needs blood suck
Hypnotize, the dwellers eyes
This houses on the hillside
A deep sleeping at the midnight
It coming in
It coming in!



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Abrego Quintero, Vlad Zaragoza Vázquez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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