I feel them in the darkness,
their touch as cold as ice.
Is it just the child in me?
Should I turn on the lights?
I’ve heard sometimes they roam
and I know tonight I’m not alone.
Sometimes it seems so real,
sometimes I get so scared.
The corner of my eye, they move;
I look but they’re not there.
I feel their haunting presence,
hear their mournful cry.
Is my mind playing tricks on me tonight?
And oh, what have I done?
This evil grows of seeds
that I have sown. And oh,
lying here tonight; Well I wonder,
and I pray, and I hope that
I’ll live to see the morning light.
Silent in my terror now,
my skin begins to crawl.
I beg them not to come to me,
hear their wailing call.
I wonder what they want from me,
wonder why they’re here. And I
know that the end is drawing near.
And darkness falls upon me now
in sheets of solid black. It grips
so fast upon me, now there ain’t
no turning back. It draws me
toward my fate. And as bells
begin to toll, in death I wake.