It was a dreadful night in mid summer,
Crackers of memories were sobering,
I paced toward home, in a melancholy
Of mood and hurt, love lost, betrayed
By a Sweet poisonous lass, On the way
Suddenly, twas' a figure aside the road,
Calm and tall, shadowless dark and lanky
My veins filled with fear, blood froze and eyes
Startled. No misery in life could beat
Misery of meeting an alien. I forgot
My troubles of life and ran for dear life.
As I glanced back, it was a tree and no aliens,
My hallucinations made it one. I cursed my fear and ran my more dear to live my life
Once again.

A Lambert chuckle was it, resting deep
Into frightful circle of trees, thereof, opening
Lantern of hope dies, shall I be more esteemed?
Rumbling with the grave of a sinner, tears wiped or not?
Shrugged is the gestures, of a dead man talking
Twittering in moans, voices of the wild mixed
Shallow timber puffs symphonies of death out loud
The decay is here’ where the deceased live no more
The final decay arrives; you shall see the color of her eyes!
The devil lives in them and smiles; Ah, the chanting