Murderous Dementia

Welcome to the hall when sun is dead
Riding through atrocious nails
Murderous madness that leaves no way
Dementia creeps in worrying face
Slowly advancing up the stairs
Through the mirror he looked afraid

She came stealthily with two daggers sharp
She cuts off his ears and took out his heart
She wrapped his body in the net
Still laughing loud and hissing death
Then she began to crawl in search of meat
They called Virginia and like a spider killed