The Dance Of Death
The moon is high
The night is dark
The clouds are angry
And they hide the stars
The rain falls
Washing over my body
And I pray that this evil
Be cleansed from inside me
Now-the black hours
Of eventide
Have stirred the demons
That live inside
They drove away
What good I have left
And nourish the wrath
Of addiction and death
The persuasion of
Their maleficent ways
Brought on the phantasm
That led me astray
Now I am forgotten
In this wasted land
And the dance of death
... shall soon begin.
written by John LaRue
© All Rights Reserved
The night is dark
The clouds are angry
And they hide the stars
The rain falls
Washing over my body
And I pray that this evil
Be cleansed from inside me
Now-the black hours
Of eventide
Have stirred the demons
That live inside
They drove away
What good I have left
And nourish the wrath
Of addiction and death
The persuasion of
Their maleficent ways
Brought on the phantasm
That led me astray
Now I am forgotten
In this wasted land
And the dance of death
... shall soon begin.
written by John LaRue
© All Rights Reserved