Wind cries through cloud covered skies
A chill creeps up the spine
In the distance an old man's voice
Compelling urge weeping into the mind

Walking the road to place unknown
Follows monotonous pull
Flashes of blood
There never was the choice to kill

The haunting

Shrieks cry innocent lives lost to no avail
The demon child is born tonight
Out in the wasteland blood curdling wails

The haunting

Awake for days and days
Death knocks at the door
Only salvation to keep moving on
Melting rubber to the road
The haunting

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