The Doll with the Hideous Spirit

A relic from the sands of time an old and worn antique
This ugly doll has come to her it holds a great mystique
Around its neck a guarding chain is said to stop its life
So with a smile and a laugh she sets the doll aside
The sun arrives she makes her day and looks up for the doll
It strikes her odd to find its chain has broke, the creature’s gone
The waiting ghoul lunges out and looks into her eyes
The ancient spell has come for her and now she’s going to die
Striking, fighting this vicious monster
Poisoned fumes within her blood its soul as dark as coal
As evil lurks within the veins of the horrid awful doll
It lives for death and brutal war to all that find its world
Attack and kill to the death is all it’s ever known
Striking, fighting this vicious monster
The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust
It’s here and there and everywhere and all so hideous
It craves to feed and in frenzied greed a predator of hell
For instinct tells it kill all man consume the human soul
The human soul, soul!
She’s looking for answers in this world of fright
She’s running in terror to hide from its sight
Her heart is pounding its teeth as sharp as knives
It’s like a dream she can’t believe this thing has come to life
And she can’t escape it as she will surely die
For it needs her soul to go on and on and carry on its kind
Now she’s the victim of a curse from ancient times
What once were laughs turned to screams tearing apart…
The night!
Yes it’s too late her world enslaved
And she can’t be saved, for she is its prey
Can you feel the doom? And can you feel the fear?
Imagine it was you!
Striking, fighting this vicious monster
And now her blood becomes the doll
He’s in her heart as evil grows
Its spirit writhes she screams in pain
For it is now born again
A life of Zuni has been done
Act complete the beast has won!