The moon lights the way .
The stranger has no name
His smile creeps throw the night
With chaos and delight
No one knows when he'll strike
He will just Rome the night till he bites
The city lights are getting cold but
His blood is burning more
The stranger gives and take
But he has no name
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
The moon lights the way .
The stranger has no name
His smile creeps throw the night
With chaos and delight
No one knows when he'll strike
He will just Rome the night till he bites
The city lights are getting cold but
His blood is burning more
The stranger gives and take
But he has no name
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