Rows of Six ft. Anythings Lyrics

The thinnest crescent moon

I'd better get back soon

Avoid main roads, as I've been told

That's where they like to fly

I sneak down alleyways

Behind the preacher's place

A peek inside the cellar spies

The room where hell untwined

The servant's empty bed

The girls left her for dead

My torch blows out although I doubt

The winds have moved tonight

A stillness in the streets

No nightbirds call to me

A flicker in the forest and

I'm pulled towards my demise

My body shakes in fits

My zombie feet persist

Their wicked skin and ghouls within

Have got me by the wrist

I've seen them in my dreams

But now I'm not asleep

The fire glows and moonlight shows

The knives my flesh will meet

What wine is this?

Metallic crimson bliss

We're born in rows of six

And roam amongst the sticks

Your spectral sights

Pay witness to our flights

Surrender to your fright

A harvest moon delight

Don't go and burn your friends

Crush them 'til they confess

I would doubt you ever found the devils that you fuss about