The dead of night, when the monsters come out
Now I know what they were talking about
The howling grips my throat in fear
Please no! Please don't leave me here!
Don't let go of my hand, I'll scream
I don't want to stay in this building, this thing
Scratching my face with its razor-sharp nails
I didn't think this was part of the deal!
The darkness won't relent, refuses to give in
Knowing everything will go its way in the end
Darkness prevails, the light's now dull
Soon to turn to black as well
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