Hell on earth, do you have to ask!
Night time creatures come out to play
moonlight fear has its way,
cowards cower in the hour
people run until the dawn sun
I am glad itâs over I hate the dark
But when shadows fall
and the cold moon glows bright
it will happen again in the night
waiting for the sun to rise
Iâll have to wait for the deathly haze to lift
and my loneliness not to disappear but to shift
away in the sun lit day.