In Ireland it was raining blood For seventeen straight days A man from rural Wisconsin Had another evil little face Father saw behind the window A line of silent men Children woke up at the dawn And never spoke again
Wonder where my soul has gone? Sundown caught my mind undone Thousand little legs they crawl A horde of rats bite through the wall
Don't wake up There's a wound on the door And the ceiling is bleeding Don't wake up There's a blood on the floor And the carpet is screaming
In Hollow Lake a ship Of deadmen came ashore Natives saw a distant peak That was not there before At midnight something sinister Came knocking on the doors And all bad children fell to hell Through cracks in the floors
Wonder where my soul has gone? Sundown caught my mind undone Darkness sits upon my chest Where mother spider weaves its nestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
