A Dreary Lullaby

“A Dreary Lullaby”

Ancient skulls, ancient souls
Whisper to me in the dark
Drive me to sleep with dreary lullabies
And dissonant melodies from hell

Driving me mad
Stuck in my head
Words of the lost and forgotten

Faces shifting in my dreams
Moaning softly of their lives lost
Cry not for their wicked souls
Cry not for their suffering

For that we must have hearts
And ours were lost long ago
Eaten, ripped from our chests

But if you must cry
Then look in the mirror
And watch yourself weep