Gothminister

A fallen angel
Broken inside
The old estate lies
Broken in time
Crawling maggots
Itching in your mind
Beneath the walls
The dead skin rise
Like a twisted from a sky painted red
A tall dark shadow dancing with the dead
Don't you fear to close your eyes
The worms are crawling, feeding beneath the ground
You fear to leave the night
But the minister will watch over your soul