I hear them breathing under the earth
their screaming and pulsating through the night
the killers are rising for fresh blood
tonight the feasting shall begin
of the lonely and the damned
they shall ravish we shall die
is this a nightmare I do not know
I wake up everything seems fine
I turn around
and I see my dream has become reality.
The devils fairies come out to play,
the nightmare's owl feeds on its prey.
The weeping willow dead since dawn
I prick my finger on a roses thorn
as I see this treacherous place
I now know iv'e become two-faced
The sharp sheer rocks cut my feet,
I am perishing under this heat,
I am marooned on this waste land,
I now reach out for the devils hand,
I have been betrayed,
my grave is laid,
but whats that shape?
on the horizon coming near
I call out but they don't hear,
they sail by ,
I just cry
is this the island where I should die?
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