Get Out…..
The pale moon shines through the forest leaves,
on this cloudless night.
The eerie light brings forth crawling shadows
and darkness draws close.
The path is dangerous,
for what cannot be seen,
and the stars bring no comfort to the soul.
Shouts and cries haunt the woods,
casting out all silence.
The trees creak and moan as the rough winds blow,
and the leaves scatter at sight.
Footsteps echo like pounding drums,
with a rhythm that says be warned.
One final gust of wind whispers in the air,
"Don't come near…..
The fear is growing greater…
Let the spirits and souls flee out of sight…..
Nothing good will come of this night…
It's coming, it's coming!
Run while there is still time!
Blood shall be shed tonight….
Get out while there is still light,
Or the king of the night shall bring forth a place….
A place where no moon shines….
A place where the only sounds are screams of broken souls….
Get out, Get out…..
For nothing good will come of this night…
For fear in the flesh has arrived…"
The lingering smell of rotten flesh draws closer…
"Get out! Get out…."