WHAT LURKS BELOW May 27/85 Karl Rigelhof

One fog infested evening
Dead dog infected bleeding
Flies gnawing on festering wounds
The world is littered with death and gloom

One cold damp grey morning
The fear(s) (will) come/came back without warning
Creeping out of our darkest nightmares
Reaping pain and destruction everywhere

One dark and dreary afternoon
A stark and eerie dirge of a tune
Is caught in our throats
(Is stuck in our minds)
The pain stabs with every note
(It's cruel and unkind)

One bright and sunny day
Will make it all go away
The mind will be at peace
And find at last the/that final release
From this prison, from this hell
It has risen, but never tell
Don't let anyone know
What lurks below