Eyes of Fire

Red hot, flames of lust and rush of the ticking sound of midnight

Where fools go and never return, in the blackened waters of the damned

Not looking, not seeing it, until it is too late, for the haunting feeling of rats

Eating your eyes, they turn to fire, and the creatures of the night awaken

To the spirits that do not rest, they are carried by the devil of the hollow

And the headless horseman gallops past with your body laying in his rest

The eyes of fire will meet you, if you dare to let him in, follow the footsteps

Into the naked woods, where the fog will lead you to the enemy of crime

Where bats blood is upon the leaves, and the water has become black with taint

I feel the eyes appearing in my weakest moments, now the walking dead chilling blind