Scary old ladies and murderous pheins. Is this reality or lucid dreams? Shadows plotting in the corner. I know their desire but she's far too young to be a mourner. Alone, they're watching I feel their glare. I'm scared, their steps I hear. Clench my needing hand O' Lord, the unholy does dare. Supply me arms, for love they do not care. There's evil in the night, I stand alone. As my soul is not their home.