Mama Mama Help Me Home - Mama Mama I’m Dead - Mama Mama This World Is Too Cold

“I’m out in the woods, I am out on my own.” The voice is so sad, so unlike a child’s voice. She stumbles, leaning against a nearby tree for support. Her head is spinning with the effect of the blood loss. She starts collapsing, her nails dig into the bark trying to hold her up.“I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck,” This voice sends an even worse nightmare, this one sending bile up her throat, and she struggles to swallow it back down. It’s standing there, pale and so very dead. It’s skins is moldy and hanging off in many different places. Bones poke through organs, hair barely hangs onto his scalp, and with every step, every movement there is a sickening squelch as ribs smash into his guts. It’s face is twist itself into a snarl, ripping even more skin off its cheeks.