When I was a child, I used to live across the street From here, on those sleepless nights a faint bell and a Harsh cough filled the air Nothing will remain He will ease you from your pain If you shall reign this world Embrace your nightmare They said he once rose from the earth To help people die, to resurrect and join his Army of walking undead He will case you from your pain If you shall get your revenge in the end He was a lunatic from my worst nightmares They said he used to lure sleepless and unaware children And in his dark cellar he would end their lives Consume their brains, and thus reconquer the ability of being creative again And to live happily as only a child can, in it's pathetic fantasy world On Sunday nights I often walk pass that old house, where I used to live as a child Last night, when I passed the house, I heard a faint sound of a bell in the wind I was wondering if others also could hear it, that bell, and my harsh, nagging cough that I can't get rid of