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Phantom Whispers
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Satanic Serenades Every day about this time
When all is still and quiet
I hear the walls come alive
A dull vibration, dark sensation
Singing one to sleep
Voices and lullabyes
Haunting in the gloom of this shadowed room...
The heartbeat of an undead life
As visions fill My mind
Transported through an endless era
Recycling sublime
The scent of genus rosa grow
And culinary bliss to flow...
Phantom Whispers permeate
Every day about this time
When all is still and quiet
You can see the air is moving
The House tells stories if you listen closely
Echoed forever more...
i love how you talk about the paranormal but you never say exactly what you are talking about. ps. i LOVE the paranormal