Playing with the mannequin,
a danger unknown,
a fun sold to the spades that conquered the moonlight.
Turned dark and tensed,
the joy of haunt,
the music taunts.
The controllings that sways,
a gentle touch,
your deadly days.
The mannequin,
a voodoo cursed,
lurking amongst the shadow.
Cried day light and burnt to ashes,its death.
The moonlight cries and awake my mannequin.
Let the game starts your journey.
As light fades off,
calling to nightmare.
Be my mannequin,
put your life at end.