When the dusk awakens
The sleeping horrors that roam
Through the winding vines
Where nothing settles still
Without regards to time
The ominous gloom air
Blows through the stone-cold leaves
Singing the deadful noise, a painful sound of the forest song
Creatures lurk around
Unholy spawn of spells
Searching for bits of flesh
From those who wander down
The winding, depraved road
Leading no absolute
Shifting and changing, moving like a chilling puzzle with no clues
Do not run and hide, the darkness can never loose you
Pulling strings at your mind until you fall deeply insane
And with a loud shriek, a helpless cry for air
No word reaches the tounge, for no sound reaches ears
A thicket graveyard
The eerie sound of whispers
Of those who lost their lives
Moaning for bits of light
Of Which will never come
For a horrid curse
Walking among the dead
So awfuly terrible, no death can escape this fatal plague
Noxious gas coats the welkin
Weaving the moons twilight
Lungfull of toxic vapor
Fire that meets the eye
An abomination
Blackened and tortured earth
The withered bark, like razors, eat at the soiled skin
Do not run and hide, the darkness can never loose you
Pulling strings at your mind until you fall deeply insane
And with a loud shriek, a helpless cry for air
No word reaches the tounge, for no sound reaches ears
I dream of the horrors
Their sounds echo inside
The feint sound of whispers
Even though I walk through the shadow
I know the light will comfort me
In this land of pure distortion
A source of hope will set me free
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