(Here is something a little different than I have been writing for as of late.)
Fantasy and Dreams (Lyric)
With the full moon shinning up in the sky
And the clouds floating slowly along
The shade of the trees form silhouettes
Singing a nightmarish song
There's a low lying mist in the air tonight
Hiding the creatures of the night
She runs barefoot through the cemetery
Never thinking about her fright
Fantasy and dreams filled with her screams
Ain't what they seem
Fantasy and dreams, the devil's own queen
Love's precious serpentine
Dodging all the headstones of the people she knew
Haunted by the screams in her head
Her beauty's not meant for just anyone
It is only meant for the dead
Voices of demons torment her fragile mind
Tearing her up deep inside
She reaches out in search of her love
Not realizing that he has died
Fantasy and dreams filled with her screams
Ain't what they seem
Fantasy and dreams, the devil's own queen
Love's precious serpentine
Her body is weak from the devil's own hands
As he tries to drain her dry
She reaches out for the very last time
As the forest carries her cry
Lying all alone on the forest bed
Suffering from the serpents bite
The grim reaper stands with his book in his hand
He finally takes her life
Fantasy and dreams filled with her screams
Ain't what they seem
Fantasy and dreams, the devil's own queen
Love's precious serpentine
