2Thunder rolling, Moon ascending
Screaming vegetation
Sinks down into the mud
At midnight nothing is as it seems
Whistling wind and evil powers
Predators cower from pouring rain
And hail
Darkness tightens it's grip
The hardest part of any dream
Is the night
Ivy clinging to the wall
Birds beginning to call
Wind howling through skeletal trees
Moon comes down, the shadows freeze
Darkness tightens it's grip