On a Nightmare
On A Nightmare
She was crying, calling aloud my name!
I heard her here at midnight my son,
You were fast asleep.
Imprisoned in a deep well-like bricks structure
Like Well of Death, stuntmen drive motorcycles and cars
On the wooden walls.
And her spouse, a sick doctor
Is patrolling around outside
Stamping his foot, loud laughing
And whipping in air in anger.
I will have to go, son,
Riding the fiery horse
And fight the brute, and save her!
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