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HE COMES UPON A WHISPER

IN THE DARK COLD OF WINTER

FROM A PLACE AMONGST THE TREES

SPREADING FEAR AMIDST MY DREAMS

THE SHADOWS STARE AT MIDNIGHT

GLOWING EYES IN THE MOONLIGHT

HE BRINGS AN URGENT WARNING

ALL HOPE DIES IN THE MORNING

STORIES TELL OF WICKED THINGS

HUSHED VOICES AND SILENT SCREAMS

SPEAK NOT HIS NAME AMONGST YE

TERROR SPREADS WITHIN YOUR DREAMS

HEED HIM, THE PORTENT OF DOOM

DARKNESS, THE SHADOW THAT LOOMS

HAUNTED, THIS NOCTURNAL FIEND

NIGHTMARES BECOME WAKING DREAMS