The Ghostly Pallid Hand of Fear

Lost in the void of fog clad mountain range
Far away from the pestilence of mankind
Hidden in the trees of secrets and black security
Into the pallid shadows cast away from the sky

Evil dwelling within subconcious and the distant forest
The night possess the poison of death
Dark clouds obscure the frozen moon in winter
Blackened sky descending upon it's weary souls

Oppressed emotions still screaming inside
The melancholy spirit of hatred and viciousness
The talons want to lacerate
Eternal nightmare planes and spectral blurs shimmering
Flickering the tread of shadowpaths and corpse light

The reign of terror throbs deep inside my chest
And breath suffocated by the pale hand that does
So violently gasp choke until it's leave
Until the day to retribute with the damned

There will be so much misanthropy and journeys in the damp forest
Isolated in the hills devoid of any other man
Ghostly visions and somnambulistic nightmares within mind
The everlasting portal of discomfort