The Blue Man

(álbum: Macabre Musique, Vol. 1 - 2016)

Impatiently you walk down a long forgotten street
Nothing to see for miles save for endless fields of wheat
Blood running cold your eyes catch a ghostly silhouette

Feeling on edge you halt your pace then break into a cold sweat
Drifting along the dirt road he's right in front of you
A towering man with black eyes and skin of ghostly blue
His aura tugs at your mind from somewhere deep within
As he slowly approaches you with his ethereal grin

Verses rush over your mind you heard it long ago
But those are only children's stories so how could this be so
Choruses and melodies of generations gone
They tried to tell us tried to warn us through a morbid folk song:

Should you see a vision of the blue man walking
Mind to him you do not talk
Should you see the horror of the blue man's smile
Your sweet soul he will defile
Always is the mission of the blue man tracking
Run away and don't look back
Hopeless is the terror of the blue man's victim
Pray he spares you on a whim

Drinking alone in taverns until the break of dawn
Shouldn't be driving anywhere but all your sense is gone
It's no surprise when you feel a lurch beneath the car
Did you run over that tall man walking outside of the bar

Snapped to your senses you jump out and grasp at his back
No blood to be seen anywhere, instead just inky black
Smiling viciously at you with horrors unseen
You tear at your arms hopelessly you're desperate to be clean

As a child your mother told you of a tragic song
The story of a man so cruel to all who did him wrong
Make believe is all those tales have ever really been
So why'd your heart begin to race and panic's setting in?

Should you see a vision of the blue man walking
Mind to him you do not talk
Should you see the horror of the blue man's smile
Your sweet soul he will defile
Always is the mission of the blue man tracking
Run away and don't look back
Hopeless is the terror of the blue man's victim
Pray he spares you on a whim

Never play with fate
Young man with your heart of hate
You can't win
He will grin
And your mind will rot away

Should you see a vision of the blue man walking
Mind to him you do not talk
Should you see the horror of the blue man's smile
Your sweet soul he will defile
Always is the mission of the blue man tracking
Run away and don't look back
Hopeless is the terror of the blue man's victim
Pray he spares you on a whim