Nightblade

Sitting round the campfire site, the night begins to burn

Reflecting on the long lost times of sadness, despair it comes to death

Not aware of the lurking danger, knife wielder stalks

Lurking in the ice cold night, from black comes creeping

Come creeping death

Years of sadness, times of death, a life of isolation

Sick fantasies start to circulate and spiral into black

No escape from the lurking danger, knife wielder stalks

Lurking in the ice cold night, from black comes creeping

Come creeping death

We'll I'm hiding - I'm creeping in the night

We'll I'm lurking - lashing, waiting to slice

You know the danger - you cannot escape the plight

While I'm lurking and running - creeping up through the night