And in the fog it dances

A soul running free,
Away from a body it flees,
Twirling through the mists,
Twisting around the trees,

Blood spilled,
Soul thrilled,
Another victim to dance with forever,
Tormenting the living,
Provoking the dying,
Ignoring the little children crying,

No soul nor compassion,
Shadow is undeniably the new fashion,
Killing without conscience,
Simply for the fun.

And in the fog it dances,
Through the mists it comes,
Riding on the shadows,
Hiding in the gloom,
Singing songs of torment,
Singing songs of doom,

Ride forth foul being,
Every shadow could be seeing,
Into your soul,
Every shadow watching,
Waiting for your fall.

And in the fog it dances,
Through the mists it comes,
Riding on the shadows,
Hiding in the gloom,
Singing songs of torment,
Singing songs of doom,

And another victim strays,
And in the shadows it stays,
Until it pounces it is unseen,

And in the fog it dances