The Land Of The Dead

Here I was led
But lightly I must tread
For I cannot lose my head
In this land of the dead

In the land of the fell or falling
There are evil things prowling
And temptations softly calling

With all morals shed
Sickness softly spread
For which there was no working med
But they do not lie sick in bed

No, they are all out and crawling
With the strongest ones brawling
On the sickest ones mauling

I wish to be in the living world instead
But with temptation I was fed
And now I shall be left for dead
Forever listening to the crazed voices inside my head