A young girl wanders as a cool winds blows. The stars lit up the sky as best they could, fore the moon did not shine that night. Her eyes looked ahead, hoping to find answers she seeks. As she walks along the empty road, she sings an eerie lullaby of sorts.
"The moon lights my pale face
As I walk on this, a summer dreams.
I walk amongst the dead,
Forgetting their silent screams
As I sing to you this silent song.
My heart is not broken,
But my soul has become,
Nothing but a token,
Of hate and love.
Walk with me my friends,
Walk where the dead
And the living
Where find a trace of our lives.
They will never find us,
Unless we wish to be found.
They will only hear,
Our voices sound.
The only way
They will know we live,
Is from
The blood that,
Drips,
Drips,
Drips,
Drips to the ground.
Listen to the wind as I do,
And you will understand.
Watch the moon as I do,
And you will understand.
Walk with me my friends,
Walk where the dead
And the living
Where find a trace of our lives
Now taste the blood my friend,
Taste the blood that
Drips,
Drips,
Drips,
Drips to the ground.
As we walk,
Our feet become
Scratched and scared.
Fore we walk on
The shattered souls
That cover the forests ground.
They fought and cried
To live, my friend,
But came to no avail
In the end.
So walk with me my friends,
Walk where the dead
And the living
Where find a trace of our lives."
As she sang, the light from the stars gave her the appearance of a soft glow coming off of her body. She continued walking, humming the tune of the lullaby.
Around the girls neck hung a round gem. A gem that was as white as fresh snow and looked as though it had been conceived from clouds that looked as though they still churned and swirled within it. Still humming, and the wind still blowing, the girls continued to walk towards a town on the distant horizon.
"The moon lights my pale face
As I walk on this, a summer dreams.
I walk amongst the dead,
Forgetting their silent screams
As I sing to you this silent song.
My heart is not broken,
But my soul has become,
Nothing but a token,
Of hate and love.
Walk with me my friends,
Walk where the dead
And the living
Where find a trace of our lives.
They will never find us,
Unless we wish to be found.
They will only hear,
Our voices sound.
The only way
They will know we live,
Is from
The blood that,
Drips,
Drips,
Drips,
Drips to the ground.
Listen to the wind as I do,
And you will understand.
Watch the moon as I do,
And you will understand.
Walk with me my friends,
Walk where the dead
And the living
Where find a trace of our lives
Now taste the blood my friend,
Taste the blood that
Drips,
Drips,
Drips,
Drips to the ground.
As we walk,
Our feet become
Scratched and scared.
Fore we walk on
The shattered souls
That cover the forests ground.
They fought and cried
To live, my friend,
But came to no avail
In the end.
So walk with me my friends,
Walk where the dead
And the living
Where find a trace of our lives."
As she sang, the light from the stars gave her the appearance of a soft glow coming off of her body. She continued walking, humming the tune of the lullaby.
Around the girls neck hung a round gem. A gem that was as white as fresh snow and looked as though it had been conceived from clouds that looked as though they still churned and swirled within it. Still humming, and the wind still blowing, the girls continued to walk towards a town on the distant horizon.
