Nightblade

Sitting round the campfire site, the night begins to burn
Reflecting on the long lost times of sadness, despair it comes to death
Not aware of the lurking danger, knife wielder stalks
Lurking in the ice cold night, from black comes creeping
Come creeping death

Years of sadness, times of death, a life of isolation
Sick fantasies start to circulate and spiral into black
No escape from the lurking danger, knife wielder stalks
Lurking in the ice cold night, from black comes creeping
Come creeping death

We’ll I’m hiding – I’m creeping in the night
We’ll I’m lurking – lashing, waiting to slice
You know the danger – you cannot escape the plight
While I’m lurking and running – creeping up through the night