There’s something in the dark;
Waiting in the night,
Something you can’t see,
Is something you can’t fight.
And in the dark it’s waiting;
Feeding on the pain,
It tortures all its victims,
Driving them insane.
It’s waiting in the silence;
Killing all that’s true,
Waiting in the dark,
And it will come for you.
(July 2007)
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