prey until the dawn,
for your nightmares come for you tonight,
the devil has given them shape,
now they’re free to taunt you,
while they try to take your life,
games won’t seem the same,
as the golden goose has cooked itself,
the farmer’s daughter is violent,
she cut’s you in two,
a cry of madness,
along the never-ending road,
into the bowels of something familiar,
the ending,
never seen…