Figures move and shadows twist
Among the trees and darkened mist
Always present at midnights fall
Daunting eyes come again to call
Ever watchful and always there
Crimson daggers pierce the air
Silent fury and noiseless taunting
No escape from this tortured haunting
Familiar with their brand of cunning
No way out, and no sense in running
As evil beckons from every side
From wicked vision nowhere to hide
