Dressed up and forced
Into something not me...

As tears stream down
My filthy face...

A deep cackle filled the air
As the silver of the moon glares...

Layers of dust
The smell of must...

The cruel laugh left your lips
As you stood over me...

Running from the growing darkness
Racing against all odds...

The creaking of the midnight hour
Creeping on ever closer...

Can you feel it?
The beating of my heart...

Like the swaying of the trees
you whisper in my ear...

A sad and hungry cry
Doth fills my tainted ears...

How many days
Must I travel through this mist...

An ancient tune
A pounding beat...