The Beast, by Lorena Bernhardt Subscribe to rss feed for Lorena Bernhardt

Come to me, oh child of the green.
You're ways are cruel and mean.
And I, the beast, am calling you home.
To the depths of darkness unseen.

Come now, my child, come home,
And see the evil you have sown.
For here we know no wrong,
Only that which should be our own.

Pay no mind to the men on the street,
Nor the hungry falling at your feet.
They meen little to you, yourself,
And I have someone for you to meet.

He is far more beastly than I,
But he lives not up in the sky.
He lives in the depths below
Where all the lost souls lie.

Come, come meet my sire.
He'll give all that you desire
Just take my hand little child,
And come down to the fires.

You see we have much to offer.
More than faith and love can prosper.
Our family is small but growing,
So long as you will be our cantor.
 
Come to me, oh child of the green.
Your ways are cruel and mean.
And I, the beast, am calling you home
To the depths or darkness unseen.
Posted: 2011-07-11 21:48:25 UTC

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