At Night They Come

At night they're whispering I can't stand their voices the things they want from me, to bring them flesh Still I succumb to the slaughter I provide their greed another dead, another strangled My hands they do their deeds / fulfill their wretched dreams and in a twisted way / I need it E'roouugh Slowly, death will not be quick struggling to survive Thriving (!) on their fear THRASH! At night they're whispering I can't stand their voices the things they want from me, to bring them flesh My hands they do their deeds / fulfill their wretched dreams and in a twisted way / I need it