Carach Angren - Two Flies Flew Into a Black Sugar Cobweb lyrics

They have to go. Get out of the house! Get out of the house! Leave! Right now! They need help! But no soul seems to be around Ghastly are the calls of some black crows shrieking outside, as if these creatures sense the fact that someone inside just died. Traumatized and shocked! With trembling hands the girl grabs a piece of pie, a bottle of water, a knife for protection and throws all that in a plastic bag. Run!!! The monster is still asleep and his two children run fast while they weep. Driven by an intense anxiety. The second escape to safety. They will never forget such a devastating sight. The image of their mother's successful suicide. They definitely learnt the hard way from their mistake. There's another path through the woods they now will take. The children are tired and afraid. They went astray from the only path. They are now lost in the cold depths of these baleful woods. The dark is getting thicker and thicker and thicker! Oh... Come little brother, we must seek shelter now. We will wait until the next day. At dawn we will find the way. Oh thank God, daylight! It was a most frightening and dreary night. The sun smiles friendly down upon this place. It lights a path out of this maze. The forest is now behind them and the city has been found. Though their attention gets drawn to a small weatherworn playground. Hungry, thirsty. Such an exhausting journey. Catching their breaths on a scratched bench next to a rusty slide. Here hangs a filthy stench. They hear a squeaking sound and someone suddenly begins to sing. Ha-ha! A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs on the swing. His face seems friendly but also kind of sick. And... Ta-da! He makes their sorrows shortly disappear by performing a magic trick. Oh children, there is a house built of gingerbread covered with cakes and a thousand sweets. It is mine. Follow me. You will see. You can eat. You'll be warm. You'll be just fine. He conjures up two candies. They look sweet, but are somehow tasteless. They become drowsy in the back of the car, and then they lose their consciousness. They lose their consciousness. Children, there is no house built of gingerbread ahead My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead. But one thing I promise you is true. No one will ever find you.