Voices Behind the Wall

Resting in the attic where

My dreams disintegrate

A ticking clock reports the bleed of winter

 

This is the old mansion of that witch

Who escaped the flames

In my sleep she draws bloody lines of horror

On the Walpurgis night

she devoured the flesh of child

She travels through space and time

She will feed on my heart

I hear some voices behind the wall

Ears are growing sensitive

In my eyes and in my mind

There\'s a riddle there, beyond the timbers

Festering and mouldy

lurking scurrying of rats

And in me a stark, an hideous fright

During the Mass and spells

As the bleak winter came

In the dark valley of the white stone

Vestiges of the moans

I hear them: voices behind the wall

Bridge 1

I hardly hear my breathing

A furry thing smothers me

This sharp-toothed, bearded face

Belongs to the night

It eats my gut and soul

Bridge 2

I hear the screams

of horrors behind the lines

Geometrical spells

To rule the time

And brings me beyond the walls

The voice behind the wall