• As you walk outside
    Cold fingers running up your spine
    The moon bleeds red
    Casting an eerie shine

    Swooping down on silent wings
    The cold, blue skin of insanity
    You know that this simply cannot be
    Yet still you see the abnormality

    Blind although she still can see
    Red eyes upon her pitch black wings
    The dead rise up as she arrives
    Like puppets controlled by transparent strings

    Clawed boots of horror
    Black gloved hands
    Her scythe at the ready
    To return you to the land

    In one fell swoop
    You fell to the ground
    Just another puppet
    Another one of her hounds