| Dark chilly wind blows as the darkness fills in.. | |
| cloaking the sun with dancing shadows | |
| bringing in a sense of eerie silence. | |
| As midnight looms terror laughs in beauty's face | |
| howls of pride resounding all over the deadly skies. | |
| the mournful echoes veil a sinister secret | |
| laid far away from the reaches of mortals | |
| but close enough for death ...enter the witching hour. | |
| Time starts to uncurl but the secret remains sheilded | |
| as love dissolves hatred bares his teeth | |
| staring unflichingly at the onlookers | |
| he licks his lips in anticipation | |
| waiting for his victim to come around under the darkening sky | |
| Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May Despite they sing and furl like Musical soirees |

