The Festival - Reverend Bizarre

I carry on I can hear the eastern sea

Under the hill the city sleeps in silent wintertime

How many times have I walked this bridge across the stream

Yet in my mind I know I never walked this road before

Deep in my dreams lies horror for the books that should not be

There is no one to keep those dreams locked deep inside of me

How can this be

My father did not mention any tunnels

Descending slowly with creatures that should crawl instead of walking

Oh Lord have mercy on my soul