Noname from Olympic Blood by Blood Cannery

No light but the moon
Come to seal your doom
Leave you in the mud
Have a lust for blood

Night is sharp and still
Hunting for the thrill
Leaves beneath me crack
Ready for attack

I smell living flesh
Equine steed I guess
Evil from within
Let the hunt begin

I am with out name
I can not be tamed
I strike fear in hearts
Ripping worlds apart

Biting its thick neck
Screaming for a sec
Falling with a thud
Time to eat this stud

A gun click I hear
An old man appears
Horror on his face
Now I feel disgrace

I am with out name
I can not be tamed
I strike fear in hearts
Ripping worlds apart

• Rock
• garage-punk
• garage-rock
• idaho
• Idaho Falls