The night is calling, the fear is upon us.
Cowards of the dark we fear what creatures there may be.
Through the darkness which I walk I see no end.
The light is shadowed by the fog, of moonlight which is good to me.
So come now we must find an end to this long walk of dark cruel thoughts.
By darkness we are surrounded no hope, just fear.
When yet a light, a light that shines bright just beyond the moonless night.
The chase is on, the hope is rising. Hope we make it before we fall.
Back to the darkness which consumes us all.
Beasts are chasing, the beasts of the black.
The hope is rising yet the fear is clawing at our back.
To the light, we are almost there.
When suddenly the light was bare, just a candle gleaming in the dark.
A candle mocking our fear with stark.
And so the candle blown out by wind, the darkness back to haunt our skin.
Run now we must reach an end or the black of darkness will never end.
