As the sky turns dark the devil sings
From his heart an age old song of fire and hell beyond.
He'll take you through his bloodied
Mind and you'll cling to him as he changes the mold.
As the sparkle leaps far above the trees
Images of birds fleeing through the woods
Haunt your memory.
From far above to high below through the darkened sky.
In the beginning and in the end the sound stays the same.
True to the beasts that fall through the clouds.
Stampeding along in the twisted rhyme.
To where they know but neither do I as I run I feel
Burn me now at let it be seen for now is the time for
From worlds above and around the seabirds sing to the angels
Of hell they trumpet to strays.
Come along oh yes follow me,
To a place of harmony of spinning boats and majesty.
From the days old rhythm
The flutes call above.
For it is early and in the morn no one sees the fleeing birds.
No one sees them follow me off and away to a place so free.
So off we go spin and float up and away to life beyond
Our simple world�
Lee-Anne the Cutest not killer in the world
� by ~Lee-Anne Peters~