When I was a child, I used to live across the street

From here, on those sleepless nights a faint bell and

A harsh cough filled the air

Nothing will remain

He will ease you from your pain

If you shall reign this world

Embrace your nightmare

They said he once rose from the earth

To help people die, to resurrect and join his

Army of walking undead

He will release you from your pain

If you shall get your revenge in the end

He was a lunatic from my worst nightmares

They said he used to lure sleepless and unaware children

And in his dark cellar he would end their lives

Consume their brains, and thus reconquer the ability of being creative again

And to live happily as only a child can, in it's pathetic fantasy world

On Sunday nights I often walk pass that old house, where I used to live as a child

Last night, when I passed the house, I heard a faint sound of a bell in the wind

I was wondering if others also could hear it, that bell, and my harsh, nagging cough that I can't get rid of