Terrifying Lullaby

Alone she paints mental pictures in the darkness of her old room
Trying to make time pass quickly in the pitch black of her thoughts
The wind howls outside, mixing sounds of fury and terror
Hot and cold sensations run through her blood
Mournful melodies echo silently, carrying feelings that the end is coming

Madness, dementia and insanity they screamed
Announcing worst days to come
Arrested, she was placed in a filthy room
For hearing the doomed song of the dead

No one felt his presence
No one understood the notes of the song he was singing to her
Mortifying the dreams that will never come with a terrifying lullaby

The village was small and everyone was superstitious
There was a war against the evil living across the river
Ancient chants and exotic dances took place on warm, festive nights
Everything was a sin for the village elders
One night they decided to put an end to the evil
Blood and the smell of burning flesh
Ignorance!
They mocked everyone, killed everyone
But there are forces that can't be killed, that can never be destroyed or silenced

Dead energy of the murdered calls out to Azazel!
Oh, master of wrath!
Bring chaos to the prejudiced
Bring death to those who desire death
Azazel calls for murmur, calls for dark lullabies

The woman with a pure soul was swallowed by darkness
She was seduced by the melody that no one could hear
The music that tormented her, enraged her and caused death

She doesn't sleep anymore
She doesn't eat anymore
She doesn't dream anymore
She only listens to the song

She doesn't love anymore
She hates it more
She sees better
She listens and likes the song

She dances and spreads the disease
She dances and spreads the plague
She dances and hundreds fall dead beside her
She dances and bears the devil's mark on her back

Bear the curse and condemn the impure and unwary
See what they don't see
Hear what they don't hear

No one felt his presence
No one understood the notes of the song he was singing to her
Mortifying the dreams that will never come with a terrifying lullaby

Follow the one they don't follow
She was called cursed
Follow the one they don't follow
But she was the host of the curse
Follow the one they don't follow
Not even ashes remained from the sick bodies

Sick and dead here
We're all dead