The western sky is already darkened, the air is gloomy, the wind is black. The ice-cold hand of darkness is gripping your neck.
Feel the coldness filling your body, above your head the moon shines bright. Its painting the scenery in an unreal light.
As the clock strikes twelve you find yourself in an empty room, starring upon the graveyard, your fear keeps growing as you get to see...
All your nightmares lie in the dark, I feel sorry for thee.
They were prisoned to long, my son, now they wont let you be.
Try to hold them down on the ground, try not to listen to them.
Your inner voice is talking to you, trying to drive you insane.
Its not the fear of what is beyond, what might come in your way.
Kill the fear of everyone, who tries to kill your day, come on, no ones in your way.
This night isnt what it used to be before the storm came up in the sky, before the rain washed away your cries. Soon the next sunset will cover you and all your hope may be gone right there. But you must hold on, listen, take care...
