Disciples IV

You better call somebody
Something is wrong, so very wrong
There’s no reflection in the mirror
I hear the sounds, the night sounds
I feel it shaking every bone
I cannot help it, I’ve been cursed
Haven’t seen the sun rise in a hundred years
I’m a walking ghost
Don’t get too close
Don’t get too close
Something happening to me
I’m turning into a beast
Don’t get too close
Don’t get too close
Don’t get too close
Something happening to me
I’m turning into a beast
Don’t get too close