# The Haunted House

In the heart of the whispering woods,  
Stands a house, where silence broods.  
Its paint peels with the weight of time,  
And memories linger, dark and sublime.

HAUNTED

The Midnight Carnival of Screams
When the clock strikes twelve and the moon is high,
A chilling breeze whispers a haunting sigh.
In the shadows of the midnight hour,
Lies a carnival where nightmares flower.

DARK CARNIVAL

Schizophrenic Parasite
In the shadowed corners of my mind,
A parasite whispers, elusive to find.
It weaves its tendrils through my thought,
A specter of chaos, battles fought.

SCHIZOPHRENIC PARASITE (BONUS TRACK)

## The Lure of the Forbidden

They speak of paths untrodden, where danger stakes its claim,  
Of fruit that's ripe with knowledge, yet burns with guilt and shame.  
A siren’s call alluring, a promise sweetly spun,  
To dance upon the precipice, where dark and light are one.

DEVIL THOUGHTS

# Evil Awakens

In shadows deep where silence dwells,  
A whisper stirs, as darkness swells.  
The night is cloaked in sable dreams,  
Where evil wakes, or so it seems.  

Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light,  
A chilling breeze disturbs the night.  
The ancient woods, with secrets kept,  
Are roused from where they long had slept.  

The earth, it trembles, low and deep,  
A harbinger from restless sleep.  
The stars, they fade, as if in fear,  
For something wicked draws near.  

A murmur rises, soft yet clear,  
A call to those who dare not hear.  
From shadowed corners, eyes aglow,  
A presence stirs, from long ago.  

In caverns cold and dungeons dark,  
A flame is lit, a tiny spark.  
It fans to life with wicked glee,  
A herald of what’s soon to be.  

The world holds breath, both young and old,  
As tales of terror are retold.  
The hour is nigh, the time has come,  
For evil’s song to now be sung.  

Yet in the gloom, a light remains,  
A beacon shining through the chains.  
For though the night is long and cold,  
Hope, in the heart, is ever bold.  

So fear not, for the dawn will break,  
And with its light, the world will wake.  
The shadows flee, the dark undone,  
When night is conquered by the sun.  

Thus evil sleeps once more, subdued,  
As morning’s light renews the mood.  
And though the night may come again,  
The heart shall stand and evil wane.

EVIL AWAKENS

# Quiet Whisper

In the stillness of the night,  
A gentle voice takes flight,  
A quiet whisper, soft and clear,  
A secret only silence can hear.

The moonlight dances on the floor,  
Casting shadows that explore,  
The whisper weaves a tender tale,  
As stars above begin to pale.

The breeze carries a lullaby,  
Through the branches, it will sigh,  
Leaves rustle with a knowing nod,  
Acknowledging the voice of God.

A message wrapped in gentle sound,  
In quiet whispers, it is found,  
A promise made, a love anew,  
In the night, the whisper grew.

When dawn breaks with its golden hue,  
The whisper fades like morning dew,  
Yet in our hearts, it lingers still,  
A quiet whisper, soft and still.

QUIET WHISPER

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