The Ghostly Pallid Hand of Fear

Lost in the void of fog clad mountain range Far away from the pestilence of mankind Hidden in the trees of secrets and black security Into the pallid shadows cast away from the sky Evil dwelling within subconcious and the distant forest The night possess the poison of death Dark clouds obscure the frozen moon in winter Blackened sky descending upon it's weary souls Oppressed emotions still screaming inside The melancholy spirit of hatred and viciousness The talons want to lacerate Eternal nightmare planes and spectral blurs shimmering Flickering the tread of shadowpaths and corpse light The reign of terror throbs deep inside my chest And breath suffocated by the pale hand that does So violently gasp choke until it's leave Until the day to retribute with the damned There will be so much misanthropy and journeys in the damp forest Isolated in the hills devoid of any other man Ghostly visions and somnambulistic nightmares within mind The everlasting portal of discomfort