Her lips taste of cyanide; a burning sensation like acid.
Eyes of cat and the heart of a dying evil meaningless soul.
The smell of death lingers in the air, evil is lurking tonight.
'Hush, Hush whispers from the dark are produced. 'Hush, Hush.'
Crying out in the night, a weeping sparrow flies over head.
Eyes of blood, feathers of silk; a bad omen has been set free.
Murder lurks behind each passing bush, staring, watching you.
'Hush, Hush.' whispers from the dark are produced. 'Hush, Hush.'
Moving cautiously through the night, each foot creeping slow.
She's got nothing to fear; for she only fears fear itself.
She's got lips coated with death, and the heart to prove it.
'Hush, Hush.' Shall forever echo out within the darkening night.
