Heal the Ground

In a world that’s died
Awoken outside
To the moonlight
A haunting silver eye

In a ghost town
The lost ones roam
Tied to this very ground
Craving memories to hold

One soul wandering on a road
Two children in a scorched house
A dusty desk and an abandoned note
A boy, a lighter, and traces of smoke

Confused and silent
But there’ll come a day
When the burning waiter
Delivers purification

For evil has started to spread
On this haunted island

So it has to be now
Before the cursed spell spoken
Heal the ground
Seal the past and send away the broken


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