Echoes

The demons emit strong black hazes
They fool you by their sundry faces
They venture out to seek in the wild
They lure you like an unknowing child

They make you wear rose-colored glasses
You think you hear angelic voice
They make you think you have wings on earth
But in real life you're leading hell's birth

The rolling tang of lamentation
Your warfare for hopeless salvation
Your reminiscence of mementoes
They form a league as the din echoes

Chants of alien tribes fill the night
hearing their plea gives you such a fright
Real apparition the air absorbs
With undeniable ghostly orbs

They plunge you in with mystic surprise
This is the famous evil disguise
You see your great ancestors behind
As evil devours your whole mind

You wake up in a well lit white room
The place that they call the asylmun
They say your stories are fantasy
But you hear the echoes endlessly.