Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
Chad VanGaalen
I called your name but you did not answer
Running through all the spider's silk
The webs were hanging
They were waving in the wind
I could feel the evil
Evil
Evil
Evil
Ragged hands of the sacred dancer
Pounded oot by the daisy days
I called your name but you did not answer me at all
Evil
Evil
Evil