NOTRE DAME

There is a place I know is gloom above all
Where is painting things and devils on walls
There is winged gorgoiles made by the stones
On daylight they sleep on the night they hunts

Father, don't let me here
Mother, they search for me
I can't hide, from those eyes
There's Gorgoiles taking my soul apart

And that little girl who's asking for help
She became our dinner of blood and screams
But we need more flesh to make us fullfilt
Don't came look for her unless you want be kill

Father, came for you girl
Mother, we want your soul
You can't hide, from us eyes
We are Gorgoiles and wish your soul apart

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