Ghastly face

Slow sound of the breezing wind
Could hear the church bell ring
Someone walking over the crispy grasses
Sounds like the broken glasses
The shadow that made the darkest side
With the wind along he ride
Turned around to see who was he
Only a flash i could see
Called aloud without any name
Thinks that to be a great shame
Moved a little alerted by my voice
He turned without any choice
Then I saw that ghastly face
The scars over the skin that race
Looked me in a scary mood
No sense I could find is good
Growled like a tigers snarl
He told me "follow me girl"
Pulled my soul towards him
No sense is active it seem
Followed that man with grace
The man with the ghastly face.