Brodka - Hamlet lyrics

In the witching time of night When hell itself comes out Contagion to this world Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter things As the day would quake To look on Day would quake To look on Oh heart please don't grow weak I cannot risk the danger My tongue and soul in sleep My guilt plays with intentions Let's put a leash on anger That's now running wild Running wild Running wild Running wild For in that sleep of d**h Anon the dreadful thunder To the flaming youth I pray The devil pulls me under And heat dry up my brain Will he let the spirit Freely soar Let the spirit Freely soar