'57 chevy custom black on black

A place just for us, where silver fish fly, is waiting for us in the dusk. where moons lend glimmers of silver rivers rushing closer and closer to death. here in this place, we will all lay in wait. rattle your chains til all they hear is you. try to rediscover the impossible dream. the dark master's afoot but there are pads upon his feet. take heed! he is walking here. this is our kingdom, and he is our guest. silent feet pad his tread to silver waters where we drink. do you think it's a little strange? the beast- he waits in trees. is he awake? are you alive?