I heard it, in my sleep last night. I heard it, in your sleep last night. Now I can hear it again, outside the night is sad. I know it's not the wind, outside the night is black.
The storm was gone, but dark clouds still hung around. The perfect setting for things to come, late afternoon. She was still in bed after her visit to the crypt.
Sitting in the cellar, watching all the others. . It was only yesterday, needles in my skin. THEY turned my last remains into this Puppet thing. . Blood to walk, blood to see.
There he was that little man, sitting by the altar... black devil. Carved in stone so dark and could... black devil. Help me, help me, cause I don't know what's going on.