| Memories of shadows haunt me
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| From the years when I was young
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| Things that used to terrify me
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| Are the things, that I’ve become
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| There’s a dark moon in the clouds
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| Misty fog in the swamp
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| Crickets chirpin' outside my window
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| The water it thumps in the bathroom sink down the hall
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| The lights flicker sometimes
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| The wind is howling, the dogs are growling way deep in the pines
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| A passin' car on the distant road, the only thing running
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| Nightmares in my sleep, the Sandman is coming
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| I see the ghost in the red cloak, the shadows are taking shape
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| The sound of a faint voice, lost and full of hate
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| Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the reaper
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| The limbs tap on my window, like the nails of a creature
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| Tales of goblins and fairies, a sacrifice on the prairie
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| A murderer that escaped, I’m disillusioned and weary
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| Lightning strikes on the hill, illuminating the cabin
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| The old man on the porch, evil and quietly laughing
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| Surrounded by demons
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| I’m an angel and they all want me
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| And to this day … |