Medium

If a spirit is present, will you give us a sign? I feel that something is coming A dark presence hovering around us I feel anger, I feel violence I know you looked satan in the eyes Tell us how you tortured her Tell us how you felt I can see with your eyes Her terrified eyes I see your hands hitting her to death Time after time you let her rot in this cottage She decomposes alone and abandoned Her terrified eyes are always open As if to contemplate her pain in eternity Her soul wants this body find its mortuary bag She just wants to rest in peace In dirt and worms Your suicidal soul is rot Your suicidal soul wants to take over me