Hide Behind

A mass suicide by the fireplace There is no one brave to rebel Dead man talking straight to me And I'll have to move on, Investigate And meet some beasts Which were not expected Or predicted, no The smallest forests bury The darkest ghouls All alone in the park, searching for the light It starts to rain and thunder And I fell, far far below And I am maybe mad But now it's all grey No more macabre spawns Killing the fog of the burning sin Far far below Only a hope, no, far far below Only a hope