Its coming twelve hours from noon
The wolves barks at the moon
Youre out of your element and in denial
A walk to your crib is many a mile
You heard it through your childhood
Was it ever a lie
Blindfold into emptiness, knowledge put on test
Away from safe ground, an uninvited guest
You heard it through your childhood
Was it ever a lie
The witch is close, breathing down your neck
Brace yourself, be prepared to die
Tombstone is carved
With your name
And date of death
Grey mist
Cover ground
Where blood ones shed
And ashes found
Sheep without a shepherd, in your fantasy
Fear is a scream from your soul to be free
Tombstone is carved
With your name
And date of death