You could hold a moment by its stem , and you've taught me how to relish

Hell Cold darkness hangs over me, the devils breath His eyes pierce my very thoughts and prick my tongue The words he speaks absorbs me and washes me with reassurance and dread His face handsome and yet death like, teeth dripping with virgin blood He leads me, hand in hand, into battle and abandons me when I call him I made my choice and sold my soul to lucifer the prince of darkness And forever my skin will burn and my screams suffocated in the despair of hell

The Last Goodbye A cold and Lonely morning My mansion is all that's left My love has ran away from me And left a hole upon my chest I have all the money, land and horses too But none of this is worth a damn If I can't be with you I'm a man in pieces as I trudge across this land My heart is thumping to the beat of a marching band I know what I must do now if I can't be with you Sell my house and my land and maybe start a new But I know that's not a option as I head out to the bay And look into the raging sea at the bottom is where I'll lay I swallow my pride and wish you happiness as I'm about to die I'm thinking of you my love as I say my last goodbye

The Mill Owner I was a rotten person, evil to the core I owned a mill upon a hill and worked children to the bone The mill was very filthy, dirty and full of rats And when the kids didn't keep the pace, I hit them with a bat I gave them little wages and very short breaks too And when we were having bad days they couldn't go the loo And so this is how it was every night and every day The cotton was to be made no matter come what may Then one day I hit my head, and was different when I awoke I giggled and laughed, played with the children and was even different when I spoke Something changed inside me, I'm now a jolly little man I've sold the mill and teach the kids to be like Peter Pan I now look after children who may of been hurt I pick them up and clean their face of the pain and mud and dirt My mill is now a orphanage, for kids across the land If your hurt or alone, come in well make you feel grand So this has been my story, I'm trying to right my sins And give those kids a better chance, instead of living in bins

Fear Part 2 You step into the house, the air is still Fingers on your neck, it's just a chill The hall is vast, old and dead There's only one way to go and it's not your bed The stairways open mouth ready to bite You take the first step into the night When you reach the top the bedroom door awaits You hear a rattle on the gates You know the witch is in there, the air is musty and thick But will you go in to save the town ? Or will you be her last trick ?