Morgul - Ragged Little Dolls

Assailed by ever returning nightmares
silent as a moths wings
yet cruel and violent, a dwelling place of demons
and other seemingly more tender things.
But their fragile appearence deceive
they come, they come, it calls
surely worthy of my outmost fear
ragged little dolls

Tiny little feet, tiny little hands
tiny little still heart
shiny stearing marbled eyes

Who goes there? come forth
from the shadows, let me see
trembling with fear but still that is my wish
because no dream can ever hurt me.
In the pale moonlight a most hideous face
laughing hysterially, more and more