, live hard, bear the scars of broke and charred Sellers and buyers So when all is said and done Watch out, 'cause here they come Shadows of the night
the night She's gone to the other side Dead dead So dearly departed Dead dead So lost and broken hearted Dead dead Dead girls are easy Dead dead Dead
you're a dead man.' One late summer night Le stood watch along the waterside Billy stood in the shadows His K-bar knife in his hand And the moon slipped
Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will
to bewail! Waning daylight, time to move on Under a looming crescent moon. Another town, again to raze, Surely someone will pass deaths gate. In the silence of the night
- Tutankhamen By the light of a, light of a pale moon - Tutankhamen Half past high noon - Tutankhamen By the light of a pale moon - Tutankhamen Half
chasing outlaws, a runner in the night By the radiant moon he will strike The seeker of all dangers has come to take his toll From the dead of night he
perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights And listens to the city; screams, sirens, howls, and fights On the perfect night everything blends in with the shadows Moon
grass behind your grandpa's wood barn Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn [Violent J] Dead birds scattered throughout the patterns of earth No explanations left by the shadows
one they call the Violent J Insane Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife [Violent J]
vain dreams that passed splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world He cried for night / but night could not
you scared? Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice Take a chance and roll a dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night Everybody scream,
the secret I will hold my twisted tongue Please protect my beauty Velvet skin so pure and white Hear my name resounding Like a hymn at dead of night
Screams break the silence Waking from the dead of night Vengeance is boiling He's returned to kill the light Then when he's found who he's looking for
' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows
