Nocturnal

There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.

Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the

truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I

hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. As

sunlight fades into a twilight. The moon contrasts against a darkening sky.

Temperature of the air is going down. A veil of fog is forming low above the

ground. There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.

Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the

truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I

hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. Before

the night is turning into dawn. The morning fog is coming on to me. Suddenly a

choking hand grabs me around my neck. And drags me into death for eternity.

There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.

Nocturnal occurrencies. I magination no the night is real. I'm looking for the

truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I

hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real.

Or is it my fantasy...