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Everything That Goes Bump In The Night
- Curse of the Onibaba -
Part One: Rival Hearts
A noblewoman of beauty in old Kyoto did dwell,
Near a Shinto temple, wherein would ring a bell…
The temple was abandoned, and none went near!
For it held a reputation, one of horror and of fear.
Clanging and banging, the bell would call at times,
Like a lost and forlorn lover, who eternally pines!
One day the bell tolled six times, an omen dark…
And a raven came to perch on it, black and stark.
The noblewoman saw this, but did pay it no heed,
Her mind was not on omens, but on another need.
For lovely was her sister, and often did compete,
Whether it was for clothes or sandals for her feet.
But more than this, they were rivals for lovers fair,
And one man in particular, they could not share…
For he was a Samurai, of nobility and great fame!
Only one sister could have him, to avoid shame…
And so, they schemed and plotted, in cruel ways.
Each topping the other, and so it went for days…
Until, at last, the older woman discovered a spell,
Taught to her by a sorcerer sent to her from Hell.
Part Two: Demon Mask
The sorcerer lived in the temple where he kept…
An ancient mask, with a power that darkly slept,
Waiting for the hand that would set it madly free.
The noblewoman was given it, and she did see…
How to thwart her sister’s plans once and for all.
The mask seemed to speak as she heard its’ call!
One day, she hid behind a wall in a marketplace,
Whilst wearing the demonic mask upon her face.
Her sister came walking by, expecting this not…
As the handsome Samurai was the only thought,
Upon the younger sister’s mind, on that fine day!
The older woman waited to make her sister pay.
She leaped out, pretending to be some monster,
As the mask unleashed its’ long-dormant power.
It melded with the face, of she who wore it so…
As the old temple bell rang; the winds did blow,
So that with a clang and a bang, a curse formed!
Clouds of ravens above the market so swarmed.
Seeing this, the younger sister let out a scream…
And ran from the demon, as if in an awful dream.
Part Three: Face of Fury
The older woman, tried to remove the vile face…
As she pursued her sister, giving a heated chase.
Though when she raised her hands to her head…
She felt demon flesh and bone, filled with dread.
Horns grew from her skull; fangs were her teeth,
Evil was in her heart, and it gave her much grief!
She had become the demon, the mask depicted.
Blaming her sister for her becoming so afflicted…
The noblewoman, decided to slay the girl entire!
Her voice had changed, and her heart was afire.
Growling and shrieking like the demon she was,
She caused all who saw her to run off because…
They thought her a monster: an ogress most fell.
Whilst in the old temple, the wind blew the bell!
Six times it so rang, before the Samurai arrived.
His drew his blade; against the monster strived,
Until at last the beast was slain, the curse lifted!
The Samurai wept, for the noblewoman dead…
At his hands, now stained with the tragic blood,
Of she who loved him when alive she so stood.
Part Four: Three Deaths
The younger sister went to the sorcerer for aid:
Hoping to resurrect her sister, though so afraid,
Of the price she would have to pay for magic…
To reverse the fate that had befallen most tragic.
But not one was there, except ravens that sang,
Their dirge-like cry, whilst the strange bell rang.
The Samurai was shamed by his violent deed…
Whilst the fault lay with she who died by greed!
In despair the younger sister bit off her tongue…
Allowing herself to choke on it, her life: undone.
The Samurai cut his belly open with his sword…
Choosing death over dishonor, in a pile of gore.
Three lives were taken by the sorcerer’s curse,
And, in some distant hell, they suffered worse…
Whilst people wondered where the mask went.
Those who had seen it knew not what it meant,
For its’ only power was to bring out one’s soul.
Thus the woman was a demon beyond control!
Jealousy had changed her, not some false skin,
And that was the true horror, of Onibaba’s sin.
Epilogue: Temple Ghost
They say that on certain nights, the bell sounds,
And you can hear things at the temple grounds.
Some claim Onibaba’s spirit haunts there still…
Searching for fresh victims, to catch and to kill!
Twisted even in death, by rage at her demise…
She yet seeks her sister, beneath evening skies.
Clanging and banging, the bell tolls how it may,
When the demon comes forth to hunt and slay!
Part One: Rival Hearts
A noblewoman of beauty in old Kyoto did dwell,
Near a Shinto temple, wherein would ring a bell…
The temple was abandoned, and none went near!
For it held a reputation, one of horror and of fear.
Clanging and banging, the bell would call at times,
Like a lost and forlorn lover, who eternally pines!
One day the bell tolled six times, an omen dark…
And a raven came to perch on it, black and stark.
The noblewoman saw this, but did pay it no heed,
Her mind was not on omens, but on another need.
For lovely was her sister, and often did compete,
Whether it was for clothes or sandals for her feet.
But more than this, they were rivals for lovers fair,
And one man in particular, they could not share…
For he was a Samurai, of nobility and great fame!
Only one sister could have him, to avoid shame…
And so, they schemed and plotted, in cruel ways.
Each topping the other, and so it went for days…
Until, at last, the older woman discovered a spell,
Taught to her by a sorcerer sent to her from Hell.
Part Two: Demon Mask
The sorcerer lived in the temple where he kept…
An ancient mask, with a power that darkly slept,
Waiting for the hand that would set it madly free.
The noblewoman was given it, and she did see…
How to thwart her sister’s plans once and for all.
The mask seemed to speak as she heard its’ call!
One day, she hid behind a wall in a marketplace,
Whilst wearing the demonic mask upon her face.
Her sister came walking by, expecting this not…
As the handsome Samurai was the only thought,
Upon the younger sister’s mind, on that fine day!
The older woman waited to make her sister pay.
She leaped out, pretending to be some monster,
As the mask unleashed its’ long-dormant power.
It melded with the face, of she who wore it so…
As the old temple bell rang; the winds did blow,
So that with a clang and a bang, a curse formed!
Clouds of ravens above the market so swarmed.
Seeing this, the younger sister let out a scream…
And ran from the demon, as if in an awful dream.
Part Three: Face of Fury
The older woman, tried to remove the vile face…
As she pursued her sister, giving a heated chase.
Though when she raised her hands to her head…
She felt demon flesh and bone, filled with dread.
Horns grew from her skull; fangs were her teeth,
Evil was in her heart, and it gave her much grief!
She had become the demon, the mask depicted.
Blaming her sister for her becoming so afflicted…
The noblewoman, decided to slay the girl entire!
Her voice had changed, and her heart was afire.
Growling and shrieking like the demon she was,
She caused all who saw her to run off because…
They thought her a monster: an ogress most fell.
Whilst in the old temple, the wind blew the bell!
Six times it so rang, before the Samurai arrived.
His drew his blade; against the monster strived,
Until at last the beast was slain, the curse lifted!
The Samurai wept, for the noblewoman dead…
At his hands, now stained with the tragic blood,
Of she who loved him when alive she so stood.
Part Four: Three Deaths
The younger sister went to the sorcerer for aid:
Hoping to resurrect her sister, though so afraid,
Of the price she would have to pay for magic…
To reverse the fate that had befallen most tragic.
But not one was there, except ravens that sang,
Their dirge-like cry, whilst the strange bell rang.
The Samurai was shamed by his violent deed…
Whilst the fault lay with she who died by greed!
In despair the younger sister bit off her tongue…
Allowing herself to choke on it, her life: undone.
The Samurai cut his belly open with his sword…
Choosing death over dishonor, in a pile of gore.
Three lives were taken by the sorcerer’s curse,
And, in some distant hell, they suffered worse…
Whilst people wondered where the mask went.
Those who had seen it knew not what it meant,
For its’ only power was to bring out one’s soul.
Thus the woman was a demon beyond control!
Jealousy had changed her, not some false skin,
And that was the true horror, of Onibaba’s sin.
Epilogue: Temple Ghost
They say that on certain nights, the bell sounds,
And you can hear things at the temple grounds.
Some claim Onibaba’s spirit haunts there still…
Searching for fresh victims, to catch and to kill!
Twisted even in death, by rage at her demise…
She yet seeks her sister, beneath evening skies.
Clanging and banging, the bell tolls how it may,
When the demon comes forth to hunt and slay!
As i lay on my bed
Sideways,
how I've always slept
A distinct inclement wind swept
then on my bed it crept
It weighs
sank the bed a tad
Malicious gaze, i felt
on my back
Smooth strands of hair
brushed across my neck
and a breath of jasmine scent
gently blown on my ear
i vaguely smelled and heard
convinced,
another shares my bed
My guts shrank and shrank
then came unceasing screams in my head
so agonizing it can shatter souls
wish an end to this torment
cast the die
i snapped a turn
...nothing there
Sideways,
how I've always slept
A distinct inclement wind swept
then on my bed it crept
It weighs
sank the bed a tad
Malicious gaze, i felt
on my back
Smooth strands of hair
brushed across my neck
and a breath of jasmine scent
gently blown on my ear
i vaguely smelled and heard
convinced,
another shares my bed
My guts shrank and shrank
then came unceasing screams in my head
so agonizing it can shatter souls
wish an end to this torment
cast the die
i snapped a turn
...nothing there
Alabaster
Iron-clad gates expand and the lucency of broad sunshine pour
A restoring sight though lacking a draft
Long awaited, it seems, as ashes of man and pyre still permeate
Barbarously, beyond the walls, they salivate
Bound, tied, and strapped
Yellow eyes sadistically sinister, they guide through the door
The stench of this place, this death and hell abhor
A bereft face behind a desk grants entree
Hugged by belts and chains
Prismatic chemicals for my veins
To what vice am I guilty?
Forcibly hung in fear as they once were
Now I arrive as they have craved
Ascending sunlight unable to pierce their souls
Only their teeth to pierce my flesh
That for which they tear and thresh
Gathering guts and ripping holes
Dissected apart and enslaved
To the day I smell of rot
Harvested organs and rich, curdling blood
Stitched, righted skin adhering to the walls
Smeared and pasted about the halls
When the deadbolt snaps, the gore will flood
To coat you benighted lot
Iron-clad gates expand and the lucency of broad sunshine pour
A restoring sight though lacking a draft
Long awaited, it seems, as ashes of man and pyre still permeate
Barbarously, beyond the walls, they salivate
Bound, tied, and strapped
Yellow eyes sadistically sinister, they guide through the door
The stench of this place, this death and hell abhor
A bereft face behind a desk grants entree
Hugged by belts and chains
Prismatic chemicals for my veins
To what vice am I guilty?
Forcibly hung in fear as they once were
Now I arrive as they have craved
Ascending sunlight unable to pierce their souls
Only their teeth to pierce my flesh
That for which they tear and thresh
Gathering guts and ripping holes
Dissected apart and enslaved
To the day I smell of rot
Harvested organs and rich, curdling blood
Stitched, righted skin adhering to the walls
Smeared and pasted about the halls
When the deadbolt snaps, the gore will flood
To coat you benighted lot
- Terror in Kyoto -
In old Kyoto, in the mists of one foggy autumn day,
There happened by an old cemetery, an aged hermit.
“Why are you here hermit; have you lost your way?”
So spoke a voice to the old man, as it thusly saw fit.
It came from the ground, and so the hermit did fear,
To go any deeper into the place, lest evil befall him!
“Why are you afraid hermit, to draw yourself near?”
And the old man felt such a chill upon his aged skin.
He heard the clattering of a wheel, but saw no cart,
Nor any other source for such a sound as could be.
“What sorcery is at work here; what demonic art!”
Such were the hermit’s thoughts, now spoken free.
But, the voice he heard did not reply to him again,
Though suddenly, the clattering returned far louder.
It drew closer and closer, around a distant bend…
But, of courage, the old man could not be prouder.
He stood fast, peering into the fog, ever unmoving!
Then, there appeared a hint of fire, and a growling.
“Why do I not flee; what is this that I am proving?”
There was a shape approaching, closely prowling!
It was like a wheel in shape, covered in red flame.
In the midst of the wheel was a dark, twisted face,
With tusk-like fangs like an animal none can tame!
Once, it had been a great daimyo fallen in grace…
Transformed in death, to this horrible monstrosity.
“I am coming to take you with me back to Hell…”
The face on the wheel kept chanting, so sinisterly.
The hermit tried to run, but his aged legs only fell!
The wheel rolled towards him faster each second.
He did not cry out for help, nor sought any pity…
For this creature was damnation itself given vent!
His voice chanted a spell of power older than he.
Clatter-clatter, the wheel came; the hermit sang…
He sang the spell now, for in music there is glory.
Somewhere far off, a temple bell solemnly rang…
As happens often in many a macabre ghost story.
Suddenly, the demonic wheel broke into pieces!
The hermit breathed easy, and got up to his feet.
“Before the old magic, even Hell itself ceases…”
He exclaimed, loudly, before deciding to retreat.
As he made his way towards his home so proud,
That he had outwitted an old evil from beyond…
He heard once more a clatter growing ever loud.
“Was I so prideful, and of my power over fond?”
He chastised himself, realizing that he was a fool.
Clatter-clatter, the wheel came, its’ fires blazing!
The hermit had not spells left, nor a magical tool,
Of the sort all great sorcerers may find amazing.
He could feel the heat of the wheel, as it did roll,
Like a juggernaut that could not hope be halted!
It burned his flesh much as might a burning coal,
And so for screaming he could never be faulted.
His time was over; his age, had caught his heart,
Then by time the fog had lifted long hours later…
His charred, headless form had been torn apart.
Not long after, a second wheel did thus clatter,
Bearing the hermit’s head within its’ fiery frame.
All who heard it, knew the terror of its’ passing!
The hermit had been judged: certain, his blame.
He rolls along in the fog still, his voice laughing!
In old Kyoto, in the mists of one foggy autumn day,
There happened by an old cemetery, an aged hermit.
“Why are you here hermit; have you lost your way?”
So spoke a voice to the old man, as it thusly saw fit.
It came from the ground, and so the hermit did fear,
To go any deeper into the place, lest evil befall him!
“Why are you afraid hermit, to draw yourself near?”
And the old man felt such a chill upon his aged skin.
He heard the clattering of a wheel, but saw no cart,
Nor any other source for such a sound as could be.
“What sorcery is at work here; what demonic art!”
Such were the hermit’s thoughts, now spoken free.
But, the voice he heard did not reply to him again,
Though suddenly, the clattering returned far louder.
It drew closer and closer, around a distant bend…
But, of courage, the old man could not be prouder.
He stood fast, peering into the fog, ever unmoving!
Then, there appeared a hint of fire, and a growling.
“Why do I not flee; what is this that I am proving?”
There was a shape approaching, closely prowling!
It was like a wheel in shape, covered in red flame.
In the midst of the wheel was a dark, twisted face,
With tusk-like fangs like an animal none can tame!
Once, it had been a great daimyo fallen in grace…
Transformed in death, to this horrible monstrosity.
“I am coming to take you with me back to Hell…”
The face on the wheel kept chanting, so sinisterly.
The hermit tried to run, but his aged legs only fell!
The wheel rolled towards him faster each second.
He did not cry out for help, nor sought any pity…
For this creature was damnation itself given vent!
His voice chanted a spell of power older than he.
Clatter-clatter, the wheel came; the hermit sang…
He sang the spell now, for in music there is glory.
Somewhere far off, a temple bell solemnly rang…
As happens often in many a macabre ghost story.
Suddenly, the demonic wheel broke into pieces!
The hermit breathed easy, and got up to his feet.
“Before the old magic, even Hell itself ceases…”
He exclaimed, loudly, before deciding to retreat.
As he made his way towards his home so proud,
That he had outwitted an old evil from beyond…
He heard once more a clatter growing ever loud.
“Was I so prideful, and of my power over fond?”
He chastised himself, realizing that he was a fool.
Clatter-clatter, the wheel came, its’ fires blazing!
The hermit had not spells left, nor a magical tool,
Of the sort all great sorcerers may find amazing.
He could feel the heat of the wheel, as it did roll,
Like a juggernaut that could not hope be halted!
It burned his flesh much as might a burning coal,
And so for screaming he could never be faulted.
His time was over; his age, had caught his heart,
Then by time the fog had lifted long hours later…
His charred, headless form had been torn apart.
Not long after, a second wheel did thus clatter,
Bearing the hermit’s head within its’ fiery frame.
All who heard it, knew the terror of its’ passing!
The hermit had been judged: certain, his blame.
He rolls along in the fog still, his voice laughing!
The Facility
Waiting for you in the Facility
A sweet melody of childrens screams
Hidden amongst the rotting corpses
Tainted nurses come alive.
A sweet melody of childrens screams
Sounds of chainsaws, monster's voices
Tainted nurses come alive
Walking with the dead.
Sounds of chainsaws, monster's voices
Bodies burning evil laughter
Walking with the dead
I am one of them.
Bodies burning evil laughter
Hidden amongst the rotting corpses
I am one of them
Waiting for you in the Facility.
Waiting for you in the Facility
A sweet melody of childrens screams
Hidden amongst the rotting corpses
Tainted nurses come alive.
A sweet melody of childrens screams
Sounds of chainsaws, monster's voices
Tainted nurses come alive
Walking with the dead.
Sounds of chainsaws, monster's voices
Bodies burning evil laughter
Walking with the dead
I am one of them.
Bodies burning evil laughter
Hidden amongst the rotting corpses
I am one of them
Waiting for you in the Facility.
Anonymous
Possibly not super scary but it is about monsters and things that go bump in the night 
Fable.
"Can you hear those copper pipes rattling girl?
Well, that's the water sprite
he poisons children's innocent minds
when he creeps through the taps at night
then there's the boogeyman my child
lying in wait with his sack of fear
with every creak of the roof above
he's coming closer... can you hear?"
My mother's tales often panicked me
even Satan didn't seem as bad
as the sprite who poisoned children
or the boogey with his demon filled bag
and each night, with every creak
I'd clench the duvet on my bed
whispering "the rest of me is mine,
but boogey you can take my faulty head."
Fable.
"Can you hear those copper pipes rattling girl?
Well, that's the water sprite
he poisons children's innocent minds
when he creeps through the taps at night
then there's the boogeyman my child
lying in wait with his sack of fear
with every creak of the roof above
he's coming closer... can you hear?"
My mother's tales often panicked me
even Satan didn't seem as bad
as the sprite who poisoned children
or the boogey with his demon filled bag
and each night, with every creak
I'd clench the duvet on my bed
whispering "the rest of me is mine,
but boogey you can take my faulty head."
my cock will go bumb with a nun of the light
bumb with a nun of chrst
sister mary makes me sick to my stomiach
i mean just look at all those...things she wearing
errr its filthy
but it makes me feel naughty
rrrrrraaaaappppppeeeee
oh is that the listen for today
lets make this like sunday school
im keen to play
just as soon as you walk alone through those holy wall ways
and oh yes
just like i guessed
i will come to you
give to you
my virtous goods
you leave
all i can think
is whats hiding beneath
those black robes
oh and such a fitique
oh baby looks sexy
and shes making feel so horny
she is as fresh
untouched
so pure
for once i must give credit to the lord
and once again for you are coming my way
i must put my dick away
until we play my game
you pass me
and i creep behind
i hit you over the head with my pistol
but not to hard
you no fun dead
draging you by the legs into the nuns dorms
on your back
on the bed
ropes constrain your arms and legs
such fine beauty
i admire our face as i celi tape your mouth
we wouldnt want people thinking god has failed us
now that you have been forcedfully possessed
you awake
we will begin in just abit
let me just lach the door
turn the key
alright now ....
i stroke your legs
as i masterbate
you look at my dick
i can tell you recognize me
by the shock on your face
and don't worry what happens here won't leave this place
by my grace
i have already asked god to reserve you a place
now you have to like what im doing to you
cause in hevan their is no seat for hate
let me undress
you from your robes
1, 2, pull and their you go
of withevery single last bit of your cloths
might i add you look stunning indeed
pure,untouched fresh meat
i know ive cummed
right now and its your first time seeing this
that is if you still a virgin
haha
as i did with you my turn has come
sorry for the pun
atleast i make jokes
before i poke in your wholes
off with my clothes
we haven't even fucked yet and with sweat you body is already soaked
ontop of the bed
over shadowing your body
my cock is made more harder
as i slap it upon your ass
and rub it up and down your crack
oh you enjoying it because your pussy is getting wet
i pena-trate i am in your but
starting off slow
then i graduly speed up
moaning for you cause i understand your hands are teid
here baby something extra knife enter rubs under your side
i feel your heart
through your back pounding
the knife lifts and drops into your legs
the kinfe lifts and into your breast
the knife lifts and into your back
i am done
i have cumed
you have gone
you've shut your mouth
bumb with a nun of chrst
sister mary makes me sick to my stomiach
i mean just look at all those...things she wearing
errr its filthy
but it makes me feel naughty
rrrrrraaaaappppppeeeee
oh is that the listen for today
lets make this like sunday school
im keen to play
just as soon as you walk alone through those holy wall ways
and oh yes
just like i guessed
i will come to you
give to you
my virtous goods
you leave
all i can think
is whats hiding beneath
those black robes
oh and such a fitique
oh baby looks sexy
and shes making feel so horny
she is as fresh
untouched
so pure
for once i must give credit to the lord
and once again for you are coming my way
i must put my dick away
until we play my game
you pass me
and i creep behind
i hit you over the head with my pistol
but not to hard
you no fun dead
draging you by the legs into the nuns dorms
on your back
on the bed
ropes constrain your arms and legs
such fine beauty
i admire our face as i celi tape your mouth
we wouldnt want people thinking god has failed us
now that you have been forcedfully possessed
you awake
we will begin in just abit
let me just lach the door
turn the key
alright now ....
i stroke your legs
as i masterbate
you look at my dick
i can tell you recognize me
by the shock on your face
and don't worry what happens here won't leave this place
by my grace
i have already asked god to reserve you a place
now you have to like what im doing to you
cause in hevan their is no seat for hate
let me undress
you from your robes
1, 2, pull and their you go
of withevery single last bit of your cloths
might i add you look stunning indeed
pure,untouched fresh meat
i know ive cummed
right now and its your first time seeing this
that is if you still a virgin
haha
as i did with you my turn has come
sorry for the pun
atleast i make jokes
before i poke in your wholes
off with my clothes
we haven't even fucked yet and with sweat you body is already soaked
ontop of the bed
over shadowing your body
my cock is made more harder
as i slap it upon your ass
and rub it up and down your crack
oh you enjoying it because your pussy is getting wet
i pena-trate i am in your but
starting off slow
then i graduly speed up
moaning for you cause i understand your hands are teid
here baby something extra knife enter rubs under your side
i feel your heart
through your back pounding
the knife lifts and drops into your legs
the kinfe lifts and into your breast
the knife lifts and into your back
i am done
i have cumed
you have gone
you've shut your mouth
Haunted
It was quarter to 12,
Emily's alone lying in her white cold bed,
Suddenly she heard a noise she rushed down stairs,
It was coming from the lawn, she grasped some air,
She went to the kitchen and took a knife,
She walk through the back door
As she silently prays everything's going to be alright
She saw a teenage girl hiding behind the bush
As she turned her head she saw a woman lying beside the pool
And then a guy whom she knows not worth trusting
She hid herself and watched terrified at what's happening
The woman was raped, torn, he ripped her flesh,
He cut her throat with the knife he took from her grip,
He broke her neck, blood flowing through her vest,
The woman's dying, screaming for some help
Emily couldn't help her! She's so afraid she might be next,
She could only see the woman's red eyes,
Staring at her half awake, half dead,
The guy dig a hole and buried her there,
then he walks away with an evil grin on his face.
Emily knows her step father is wicked,
But her mom trust him, she will never believe her,
She remembered the girl who's hiding behind the bush,
Emily walks towards her, she sense fear in her eyes,
And then she spoke to Emily's surprise,
"Please Aunt Emily, it's been a long time!
Stop haunting this place! You've been dead for more than 25!
Grandfather is not here, 12 years ago he died!
Please Auntie, find peace, find the light!
you must go to the other side!"
Stunned as Emily begun to cry...
Sobbing in fears, she didn't realized she saw herself died!
It was quarter to 12,
Emily's alone lying in her white cold bed,
Suddenly she heard a noise she rushed down stairs,
It was coming from the lawn, she grasped some air,
She went to the kitchen and took a knife,
She walk through the back door
As she silently prays everything's going to be alright
She saw a teenage girl hiding behind the bush
As she turned her head she saw a woman lying beside the pool
And then a guy whom she knows not worth trusting
She hid herself and watched terrified at what's happening
The woman was raped, torn, he ripped her flesh,
He cut her throat with the knife he took from her grip,
He broke her neck, blood flowing through her vest,
The woman's dying, screaming for some help
Emily couldn't help her! She's so afraid she might be next,
She could only see the woman's red eyes,
Staring at her half awake, half dead,
The guy dig a hole and buried her there,
then he walks away with an evil grin on his face.
Emily knows her step father is wicked,
But her mom trust him, she will never believe her,
She remembered the girl who's hiding behind the bush,
Emily walks towards her, she sense fear in her eyes,
And then she spoke to Emily's surprise,
"Please Aunt Emily, it's been a long time!
Stop haunting this place! You've been dead for more than 25!
Grandfather is not here, 12 years ago he died!
Please Auntie, find peace, find the light!
you must go to the other side!"
Stunned as Emily begun to cry...
Sobbing in fears, she didn't realized she saw herself died!
Akuma
evilness crawls from beneath the door
spirits rise from underneath the floor.
puppets sing,dance and play
while Akuma sets in his throne all day.
the undead creeps to find you scared ,
devouring your body they did not spare.
while witches and gobblens open your tomb,
in my life everybody's doom.
creatchers scratch on thee beloved face,
haunting your dreams in every place.
he sets
in smile that evil glare,
do you understand the words i share.
Subete no aku wa watashi to honshitsu-tekina tejun wa mondai o teiji shinaide nigeru koto ga arimasu....
Kuji
Kuji
Kuji!!!!
-kumiko Yamamoto
evilness crawls from beneath the door
spirits rise from underneath the floor.
puppets sing,dance and play
while Akuma sets in his throne all day.
the undead creeps to find you scared ,
devouring your body they did not spare.
while witches and gobblens open your tomb,
in my life everybody's doom.
creatchers scratch on thee beloved face,
haunting your dreams in every place.
he sets
in smile that evil glare,
do you understand the words i share.
Subete no aku wa watashi to honshitsu-tekina tejun wa mondai o teiji shinaide nigeru koto ga arimasu....
Kuji
Kuji
Kuji!!!!
-kumiko Yamamoto
悪魔の代弁者 akuma no daibensha
"beware beware of guest brought here
And on the brink of hell may appear."
Of immoral men, who far excel
All th' inhabitants of hell.
let 'em in let 'em in
for the smell of burning skin.
here they will weep, a sorrow-some groan,
bodies decay and turn to stone.
sacrifices thee by soul,blood and lust.
randomness chant switch and adjust.
riches and happiness they deserve so well,
but they shall feel the hottest flames of hell.
eternal darkness of land that bring.
D.L.N the demons will sing.
"beware beware of guest brought here
And on the brink of hell may appear."
-Kuimiko Yamamoto
means- devils advocate
"beware beware of guest brought here
And on the brink of hell may appear."
Of immoral men, who far excel
All th' inhabitants of hell.
let 'em in let 'em in
for the smell of burning skin.
here they will weep, a sorrow-some groan,
bodies decay and turn to stone.
sacrifices thee by soul,blood and lust.
randomness chant switch and adjust.
riches and happiness they deserve so well,
but they shall feel the hottest flames of hell.
eternal darkness of land that bring.
D.L.N the demons will sing.
"beware beware of guest brought here
And on the brink of hell may appear."
-Kuimiko Yamamoto
means- devils advocate
