The shiver
Midnight in a dirty ghost town
The winds howl in my face
A silent scream to hide is useless
The hand of hell will touch the land
A cool empty silence within some violence in the dark
I heard a whisper
A roar at the gate
Oh
It's too late
Hell is in heaven
The shiver will rise
Hell is in heaven
The shiver
The shiver
I remember it's not a dream to take a holy soul
Eyes flashing in the moonlight
There's no choice
It smells like ol' mould