Under the arc of Weather Stain boards
Ancient goblins and warlords
Come out of the ground, not making a sound
The smell of death is all around
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares, nobody knows
Follow Dietrich to the sacred place
This ain't a dream, I can't escape
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones
Spirits moaning among the tombstones
And the night, when the moon is bright
Someone cries “Something ain't right”
The moon is full, the air is still
All of a sudden I feel a chill
Dietrich is grinning, flesh rotting away
Skeletons dance, I curse this day
And the night when the wolves cry out
Listen close and you can hear me shout
“I don't want to live my life again”


.MORBID.ILLUSIONS.INK .
by.L.S.DIETRICH...

AKA: daddyMORBID
the VISUAL ASSASSIN
or, if You Must...
GRIMLY FIENDISH

After a Night of playing “Murder In The Dark”...
and
Chassing a Pack of SilverBack Wolves by Moon Light...
now
Back in My Basement for Another Sunny Day...
Proudly Creating For YOU...

> > >{ DIETRICH ~ CROSSES }< < <


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.L.S.D.VISION. @ [link]
...and...
daddyMORBID’s Originals @ [link]
...and...
I.E. SUICIDAL failure @ [link]