Come now my lovely, won’t you 

Take a midnight stroll with me? 

Through the misty air the things 

I keep I shouldn’t dare 



My garden’s so inviting, and its 

Deadly blooms are hiding 

Be careful what you touch 

Lest the grave is what you lust 



Draw the blinds, you’re getting tired 

Paralyzed, don’t close your eyes 

Gripped with fear, your dreams become nightmares 

From the Deadly Nightshade 



Each night at midnight 

Dating back into the fog of time 

Another victim falls 

The things I’ve done; the voices call 



The Hourglass runs out on us 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

The killers must be fed, the soil is red 

Now that you’re dead 



Delirium – your burning throat 

Mania – your heart rate soars 

Hallucination – you’re losing your mind 

Suffocation – cannot breathe; you’re going blind