The shadow walks toward me
It carries a glimmering,silver weapon
Watching him shed blood everywhere
As the soils of light are set free

I run away as he creeps up on me
Feeling his hot breath on my neck
As he grips my shoulder tightly
I wish his bloody hands would leave me

His hands grasp my throat tightly
He will come for you one day
Waiting for you in the shadows of night
This is a warning not to be taken lightly