The Ghost Town

The Ghost Town My limps were in town But my head was in a coffin Like a terror i float in the dark Feasting with flesh Charing bones Stiring and steaming fears We are of the dark We own the dark world Always scared of the sunlight Never shall mankind take our place In the bath-tub of blood is our haven We are scared of the crucifix We are scared of the sons of God But we shall hold sway as long as they feast in ignorance They walk and tumble in ignorance Their ignorance is our gains The town belongs to us Pending when Shiloh comes.... Awoh Kingsley...