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Forefathers' Eve (Part II)
Upiór
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Once a year the monster rises from his grave
A shuffling corpse that a curse reanimates
A heart that's dead, silent in his chest
His mouth is wide and eyes as dull as lead
Many tales of this man that walks the gloom
Gone are the days of those weeping at his tomb
Those living near in a state of constant fear
Of this man, this beast, this blood drinker
Lock your doors and windows tightly
Do not tread on this night so lightly
Subjects to his wickedness
Disappear in the darkness
Warding off evil with praise
To a God absent this day
That night when the Upiór
Comes knocking at your door
Unholy beast that needs to feed
On your blood, he must revel in agony
But why does he moan in sorrow?
Are his needs not his desire?
Lock your doors and windows tightly
Do not tread on this night so lightly
Subjects to his wickedness
Disappear in the darkness
Warding off evil with praise
To a God absent this day
That night when the Upiór
Comes knocking at your door
With eyes like oceans
You could drown in his pain
Your final moments in his gaze
While blood rushes from your veins
Read between the lines and maybe you'll see
His soul is as much as a victim as thee
No escape from this purgatory
Year by year, endless cycle of tragedy
Fresh corpses found drained
In the wake of a new day
Not a single drop of blood
In pigmentless flesh and veins
With eyes like oceans, they drowned in his pain
Terror etched on their face
But when sounds of bells fade
That fourth and final Sunday
Return to earth, strength expired
Asleep again in churchyard mire
Breast bathed in blood
From wounds first made
Those who cannot forgive his sin
Barley mask that they despise
And screw a smile above their chin
Fashion mercy with their eyes
Unholy beast that needs to feed
On your blood, he must revel in agony
But why does he moan in sorrow?
Are his needs not his desire?
Lock your doors and windows tightly
Do not tread on this night so lightly
Subjects to his wickedness
Disappear in the darkness
Warding off evil with praise
To a God absent this day
That night when the Upiór
Comes knocking at your door
When does this bloodshed end?
When each year he rises again
Stuck in a loop, blood thick on his hands
What Godless curse enslaves this man?
With eyes like oceans
You could drown in his pain
Your final moments in his gaze
While blood rushes from your veins