The Night Feeds
My roost is a haunting gargoyle
Atop this beautiful church
I watch the streets, the people there
As Death sits upon this perch,
Instead I watch and wait
For you to come along,
In one fell swoop
You would be mine
And never a soul would know
So be thankful for the days you have,
For I am watching you
I will feed tonight,
This glorious night,
It may well be your last adieu.
Atop this beautiful church
I watch the streets, the people there
As Death sits upon this perch,
Instead I watch and wait
For you to come along,
In one fell swoop
You would be mine
And never a soul would know
So be thankful for the days you have,
For I am watching you
I will feed tonight,
This glorious night,
It may well be your last adieu.
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