Wonderland of Horror

Little creepy creatures
Destructive and profane
With a little scorn and hunger
For the human race

Forests of dead trees
Where crows and vultures live
In a war between themselves
Tearing each other
In disputes of territory

When you walk, you always see
The eternal eclipse
Which seems to come from a horror movie
But is just another attraction
In this wonderland of horror

Here has never had joy
Here has never been passion
But here there's no false god
Wich everybody calls of salvation

There is always rivers of blood
For the nighttime lycanthropes
Wich need it to live
More than those who carry

Those who enter in this world
Can never leave
For some it seems like a nightmare
For others, a dream
But never was complaint of those who live here