Go for the Throat - September Mourning

I am the wolf at your door

Fangs taste blood

Can I have some more?

Haven’t had my fill

Haven’t had it yet

You know I will

Can’t drain the blood from empty veins

I need your life

Keep me sustained

Oh my God

My darkness

My demons

Suck the breath from our chests

Oh my God

My darkness

My demons

Night becomes me

Cries heard for centuries

Rise to my beckoning

Hear my call

Bittersweet in my mouth

Taste of you

I can’t wash out

Fill the empty void

Starve the soul

I’ve lost control

Can’t break the curse

It’s meant to last

Become the voice

Of souls who’ve passed

Oh my God

My darkness

My demons

Suck the breath from our chests

Oh my God

My darkness

My demons

Night becomes me

Cries heard for centuries

Rise to my beckoning

Hear my call

All this time

I’ve been standing here

Perched on the brink of madness

All my life

Wasted years

Losing myself to the darkness

Night becomes me

Cries heard for centuries

Rise to my beckoning

Hear my call

Night becomes me

Cries heard for centuries

Rise to my beckoning

Hear my call