A dying ember sparks relief,
From fearsome phantoms dark and bleak,
That haunt the time when light is gone,
And hide in shadows from the dawn.

Choose well the road you walk tonight,
Every alley fraught with fright,
Another spark -- the lantern lights,
Black shadows stalk the streets tonight.

That puny glow will not hide,
The fear we know you feel inside,
Your nervous stares -- into the dark,
Betray our hold upon your heart.

Choose well the road you walk tonight,
Else your skin turn pasty white,
As you meet your morbid plight,
My brethren stalk your soul tonight.