Crawlers – E-craft – letras

CrawlersOnce you were aliveRespected like a god..But after you had diedYou carried the dead´s rod.Bad ones fear your claw,The others like your grace,But people who are crawling,Will never find a place.When you were rebornFear increased too much,The dusk followed the dawnYou made yourself to judge.Disliked crawling creatures,They hunt for your goodwill.You crush them with the force,Of your endangered skill.