She arrives at the gate
Old iron and worn...
Demons in the shadows
Spying in the night...
It's dark, pitch back
Drip, drip, drip...
Zombies in the streets
there's nothing better...
Laying there the man in black comes 'round,
Many souls fierce and tired he has found...
London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity...
Bloodless lips,
whisper the rain...
I haunt your dreams,
leaving blood trails at my feet...
To a place of nightmarish dreams
Where nothing is ever what it seems...
He wears a mask that covers his face,
Only his eyes can be seen...
In a secluded land,
Beyond the kingdom...
Spinning dreams akin the spider
skillfully weaving a home...