All is well until the day that he died
Taken from his mothers arms
Carelessness has left him dead to decay
Father is left
with the blame
Nightmare figure guides his thoughts to the stones
Somewhere way off in the woods
Solution given to him but
hesitates
Knows he can, think he should?
The soil... is sour now
Boy... has rotten through
The soil... is sour now
Boy
has rotten through
Take him from his burial crib
To the secret place you found
Evil awaits for another vessel
To be buried
in the ground
The soil... is sour now
Boy... has rotten through
The soil... is sour now
Boy has rotten through
Dont
come back
Sometimes dead is better