The dark hour comes,
As they all run.
Run and hide,
As no one takes pride.
Hide behind masks,
Dressed in nothing but black.
So as they roam,
With nothing to call their own.
The dark hour comes,
As they all run.
Run and hide,
As no one takes pride.
Hide behind masks,
Dressed in nothing but black.
So as they roam,
With nothing to call their own.