UNDERNEATH

Underneath: On the trail
Blood soaked the iron rail
To quench the wicked thirst of blood
Devils grabbed the Holy Grail.

Who is gentle, who is rogue
It’s hard to tell in mob
Who’d throw you in despair
By grasping all your hopes.

After a long time he rang
His lost love to say
I still love you my Fay
Didn’t want this chance to waste
So she picked up his call in haste
Just before the bang

He went into the rubble
To get her out of trouble
But he found his love so blithe
And colder than the ice.

Underneath: on the trail
When Terror’s face unveiled
Laughter turned to wail
Blame it on the gale
That ripped our mighty sails.

-----NOCTURNAL