Husk

There's a rumor that you're speaking in tongues And you've lost all control Motor functions not a power you hold Least not a power of yours O queen of mischief - mysterious one I want your beautiful soul Your tales are legend The things that you've done They say you're not of this world Contorted angel - they sent you a priest But you were busy in told You're a weapon of the darkest design You claim you're centuries old Now come with me Suffer as my fugitive Sliding in between Other worlds Into dreams You and I infiltrate - horror Manifesting scream take them down Unholy spectre Can this be the end Am I finally free Transmission in the marks on my skin You know I've tried to come clean You know I've tried to come clean O let this be a dream