A relic from the sands of time an old and worn antique,
This ugly doll has come to her it holds a great mystique,
Around its
neck a guarding chain is said to stop its life,
So with a smile and a laugh she sets the doll aside,
The sun arrives she makes
her day and looks up for the doll,
It strikes her odd to find its chain has broke, the creature's gone,
The waiting ghoul lunges out
and looks into her eyes,
The ancient spell has come for her and now she's going to die,
Striking, fighting this vicious
monster,
Poisoned fumes within her blood its soul as dark as coal,
As evil lurks within the veins of the horrid awful
doll,
It lives for death and brutal war to all that find its world,
Attack and kill to the death is all it's ever
known,
Striking, fighting this vicious monster,
The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust,
It's here and there and
everywhere and all so hideous,
It craves to feed and in frenzied greed a predator of hell,
For instinct tells it kill all man
consume the human soul,
The human soul, soul!
She's looking for answers in this world of fright,
She's running in terror to
hide from its sight,
Her heart is pounding its teeth as sharp as knives,
It's like a dream she can't believe this thing has come to
life,
And she can't escape it as she will surely die,
For it needs her soul to go on and on and carry on its kind,
Now she's
the victim of a curse from ancient times,
What once were laughs turned to screams tearing apart...
The night!
Yes it's too
late her world enslaved,
And she can't be saved, for she is its prey,
Can you feel the doom? And can you feel the
fear?
Imagine it was you!
Striking, fighting this vicious monster,
And now her blood becomes the doll,
He's in her
heart as evil grows,
Its spirit writhes she screams in pain,
For it is now born again,
A life of Zuni has been done,
Act
complete the beast has won!