Evert Snyman - Avoiding the Matinee

The rivers run red with blood
As he smiles to embrace the horror
The wretches all try to escape
'Cause they know he'll give them no quarter

And doomed to feed his thirst
Consumed by his lust for blood
He'll crush your bones like bread
He'll do it out of love

He's been holed up in his coffin all day
Avoiding the matinee
If I were you, I'd hurry home
Before the gloaming betrays you to the dark

Doomed to feed his thirst
Consumed by his lust for blood
He'll crush your bones like bread
He'll do it out of love

The rivers run red with blood
As he smiles to embrace the horror
The wretches all try to escape
'Cause they know he'll give them no quarter

Written by:
Evert Snyman

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