LR (august 21,1990 / halifax)


Venom on there teeth for stunning there victims
Awaiting for the darkness to fall
Moving so gracefully while finding there nightly meal
Praying on the blood of the living
Inside there body there hearts are cold
Rivals to other clams that try to interfere
Eternal lives, no more heart beats, no need to breathe

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