Slowly creeping.
Slightly creepy.
The dead is nigh.
Black, turns the sky.
People fearing for their lives.
Slowly tremble, as they cry.
The tall men come.
One by two.
They will slowly devourer you.
Their faces blank, with no expressions.
In their suits they do look dashing.
Story of old, protect us know.
Warning us of how they plough,
The souls of those you have left us know.
The slender men.
From Germany, they come.
Crawling from Der Schwarzwald
Over us, they stand so tall...
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My flesh will flee, My bones will bleach, My fangs will cut, My mouth will leech. Your heart will slow, Your breath will stop, Your limbs will freeze, Your chest will drop.
He thought that it had left him, he thought that it had gone. He thought he'd beaten the demon inside. He'd thought, but then he'd thought wrong, You're mine, you fool, I own you.
I awaken to a hunger, Like a bolt in my brain, A hunger so driving... It could send me insane. A red film of blood, Covers my vision, Underneath red it's clearer, A gaze with precision.
The Box is quiet. The Box is still. The Box awaits a victim on the antique shop window sill. The Box is powerful. The Box is dark. The Box will overwhelm you, destroy you, be careful.
They're like the hounds of hell, Relentless on your trail, Smelling your fear and hate, Feeds the space where there should be a soul.
Death and destruction Is what I crave, To hear thou mortals Scream in pain. Let thy flame burn Their flesh. Let the rats Nibble on their guts. Yells of cursing Out my name.
Sleek and stylish. Dress in ruby red. Hair midnight violet. Long and silky. Eyes a deep soft blue. Lips creamy pink. Face flushed slightly. Her name is Deception. She is the temptress.
I can't see in the dark, But I feel the eyes on me. Watching from who knows where, I wonder what they could be.
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