The Old Lighthouse
It is pouring red rain tonight
And the burgandy curtains are drawn
Blocking out the weak light
It is too hot for the candles to burn
So we sit in silent blackness
There are red eyes glowing in the dark
There is smoke in the attic
And ice in the basement
A burnt out lighthouse on a bloody sea
The gales have never been so high
In the distance, dead drums begin to beat
A gust of wind blows the door shut
You had better run
And the burgandy curtains are drawn
Blocking out the weak light
It is too hot for the candles to burn
So we sit in silent blackness
There are red eyes glowing in the dark
There is smoke in the attic
And ice in the basement
A burnt out lighthouse on a bloody sea
The gales have never been so high
In the distance, dead drums begin to beat
A gust of wind blows the door shut
You had better run
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