The omnious aura begins to seep in, while the night slowly starts to sleep within.
Unaware of the creatures of the dark, that shine bright, in complete moonlight.
Scared at first, confident the next.
The abundance of souls never really let them rest.
They come, yes, they come all at once.
For they know, that the night is young & full of hope.
They snatch and choose what is theirs to find, for weak minds will give-in to the grime.
So, stay in kids, to you I tell this.
When the moon shines bright, so will their teeths.
And Mama will come, oh yes, she will, but how much will you let go and how much will you kill?