Storm winds howling the undead lullaby,
While night is nigh
And day dies.
The wise moon hiding
And Nettles growing
While black Roses are weeping
And the willow singing
The undead lullaby.
Purple Hyacinth and Wisteria hiding
The unknown lurking in the darkness
Waiting for chaos to unleash
leaving me unable to breathe
My pleas unheard
And left with nothing but hurt
As the storm howls the undead lullaby.
Frostbitten in this nightmare
Unable to breathe as pain grows
Infecting my soul as the thorns grows.
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