Hear the echos of the madman
Coming through so deep
Everything I hear inside my head
Either tortures or puts me to sleep
Nights in the castle
In your ****** white dress
You look so pretty and magickal
I love to see you like this
as the storm comes
and the lightning flash
and the vicious rain
May it all come to pass
Here I sit playing my song
In my mask I'm such a beast
I'm hoping that nothing is wrong
We can devour and enjoy the feast
You come from somewhere long ago
A place where I used to begin
I'm hoping that it can grow
And this is not the beginning of the end
as the storm comes
and the lightning flash
and the vicious rain
May it all come to pass
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Hear the echos of the madman
Coming through so deep
Everything I hear inside my head
Either tortures or puts me to sleep
Nights in the castle
In your ****** white dress
You look so pretty and magickal
I love to see you like this
as the storm comes
and the lightning flash
and the vicious rain
May it all come to pass
Here I sit playing my song
In my mask I'm such a beast
I'm hoping that nothing is wrong
We can devour and enjoy the feast
You come from somewhere long ago
A place where I used to begin
I'm hoping that it can grow
And this is not the beginning of the end
as the storm comes
and the lightning flash
and the vicious rain
May it all come to pass
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