THIS NIGHT
Ask not for whom the banshee wails
The unearthly, unholy sound
This is the night that Goodness fails
And Death tonight King is crowned
The Reaper tonight will make his choice
And spirit someone away
He will laugh in his loudest, noiseless voice
And know that he rules the night and the day
It is tonight that Satan claims a soul
But nobody knows which one
He accepts no other toll
And once done, the deed is done
As Evil roams the countryside
Those in his shadow cower
From him, all you can do is hide
He has taken and used your power
Tonight the streets run thick with blood
Tonight the blood runs here
It becomes a roaring, silent flood
And paralyzes with helpless fear
Tonight another is committed to fire
Tonight another dies
When is it your turn to be laid out on the pyre?
When your soul to the demons flies
