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.