Messenger from Hell

Red mask in the snow Claw marks on the door I smell your fear Through the cedar floor Bare feet on ash A bell in the dark I came for the lying I came for the weak-heart Kneel when I breathe Kneel when I stare The mountain sent me I was made for the snare No prayer will hold No lock will last Your name is a ruin My shadow is fast Namahage, come! Hell in the wood Namahage, come! Judge what you should Namahage, come! Tear through the lie Namahage, come! Bring me their cries Your warm little home Now a throat of ice The bowls are overturned The bones roll twice I split your laughter With a bamboo scream I drag your shame Out of the seam Your lamp goes black Your courage splits I wear the dusk Like sharpened knits Kneel when I breathe Kneel when I stare The mountain sent me I was made for the snare No prayer will hold No lock will last Your name is a ruin My shadow is fast Namahage, come! Hell in the wood Namahage, come! Judge what you should Namahage, come! Tear through the lie Namahage, come! Bring me their cries Hear the old drum Under your skin The red-faced law Will let none in I am the winter That eats your pride I am the mercy You buried alive Namahage, come! Hell in the wood Namahage, come! Judge what you should Namahage, come! Tear through the lie Namahage, come! Bring me their cries Namahage, come! Children of shame Namahage, come! Remember my name #OriginalSong #HeavyMetal #HardRock