The darkening night,
Sending chills down my spine,
Where is the light?
Along this endless line?
Monsters and hollows,
Awaiting around the corner,
Every step could be,
A mistake of never being free.
Creeping,
Weeping,
I cry and walk alone,
In the abyssal air,
In the dead of night.
Oh, I’m so afraid,
My mind full of fear,
I hope I survive,
Through the dead of night.
Ominous screaming,
That rips through the setting sky,
Who is there?
In the forest of night?
The wind howling,
The waves crashing,
The trees falling,
This nightmare,
Forever and ever,
In the dead of night.
The atmosphere,
As cold as space,
Though somehow,
I’m still alive in this race.
Blinded by the storms,
I see nothing,
Yet everything is in front of me,
But there is no light to guide me.
The stars,
That were there,
Have faded away from the skies above,
Have been there, but nowhere,
Now there is none to follow.
The dead of night,
Shadows everywhere,
Death right there,
It may be surging now,
But it will come to an end,
With a message to send.
There is silence,
After years of pain,
Of darkness and rain.
The cyclone’s still raging,
But I’ve gone through,
Pushed the waters,
Behind me.
I’m still not free,
With the dead of night,
Right at my heels,
I keep going,
Keep running,
Before I get swallowed,
By the haunting hollows.
The dead of night,
Screaming or silent,
Taunting or calming,
It’s how you see,
The night’s key,
To being free,
From the dead of night.