The Creeper

When the gates are close and the full moons high
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
He lives off the flesh of the living and dead
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper

Captured is this village
By a creature so evil and vile
He searches for the bodies of the recently past

If he can't find a corpse to fill his needs
He'll turn to the village streets
His hunger fuels his ferocity
It resumes to consume its feast

When the gates are closed and the full moons high
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
He lives off the flesh of the living and dead
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper

The cobblestone streets are empty
Even stray dogs are no where insight
The night time screams are fresh
In the town peoples minds

The beast can be heard a mile away
As he treads through the fields and trees
Drawn to the glow of the street gas light
He depleted the grounds of the newly deceased

When the gates are closed and the full moons high
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
He lives off the flesh of the living and dead
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper

It starts the hunt
By scent and search
Through village roads
Amd graveyard dict
Lurching forward
In the midnight mist
One time a month
In the full moons kiss
The creature's stench

Fills the ways
The newly dead
In unmarked graves
A victim shouts
God's name in vain
The captured living
Screams in pain

(Spoken)
In the dead of night
When you're walking home alone
You can feel his piercing stare
Your hearts beats a little faster
As sweat rolls down your face
His hot breath on the back of your neck

You can't escape him
He smells your fear
It all seems like a bad dream
He'll soon devour
No one can help you
They can only hear you scream

When the windows are shut and the doors are shut
Nothing's gonna stop the Creeper
The lamps on the street cast a shadowy death