What lurks in the darkness and nights
Waiting to jump on ones neck
When no light come from the stars?
What bears a fur and Sabre tooth
And follow the silhoutte of preys
Even as one walk in the lonely park?
What stands in a dark tree plantation
Running its ferocious claws on tree barks
And howling to the new moon rising?
What strikes grave horror and terror
Running after mens heels
Trying to stand before ones face?
What wears a sinister painted mask
With forbears of evil and coldness
Trying to feed on gullible peoples minds?
Nothing fearful is actually real
But when the night and shadows are gone
Fear only, He who kills the soul and body