Little Girl - Lyrics - A Tortured Soul

Dark form crawling in my room A little girl is there Shaking, starving all alone Her eyes tell me she's scared Conversations with the dead My soul lives on forgotten See the girl, she's staring back Along the gates of hell Fallen angel, hand of doom Awake me from my dream For I have slept now far too long And visions I have seen Alone All you dream and all you know Vanish into shadow And may you speak to god of love With angels flying high above Life is hard Twists and turns In the end, you may burn So cast your life into the well And walk with me in hell Calling out from Satan's realm I know I'm now forgotten The little girl is standing there Along the fields of rotten Conversations with the dead My soul lives on forgotten See the girl who's standing there Along the gates of hell Alone