Dark the night and lightning licks
brighten up the tower
built of black and evil bricks
by a nameless power
wind is storming round the stone
and the sky laughs thunder
as the fear creeps up your bone
drags you down and under
rain is whipping tree and grave
like on judgement day
not a soul however brave
takes this homebound way
there you stand all by yourself
trying hard to sing
as the village clock strikes twelve
waking up the "thing"
worse than all the ghosts and ghoules
that you ever heard about
feeds at night on tortured souls
shadowed by the darkest cloud
squealing angles of a door
crying through the night
though your legs and feet are sore
theyīre running for a light
now it will come after you
and you disappear
vanish just without a clue
leaving all thatīs dear
breathless rushing, stumbling feet
panic strucks you hard
as you hit the grassy sheet
death is tarots card
no one hears your final scream
but the scene is lightened
by a single moonlight beam
even clouds are frightened
suddenly the night is still
not a sound to hear
the creature had its nightly kill
the town is dump for fear
when people speak of hellish power
listen to them talking
donīt stroll near the fearful tower
something might go stalking
