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...