Dark wooded forest
clouds obscure moonlightChilling screech of an owl
I stand perfectly still
in the shadow of treesSilently paralysed by fear.
Quiet, the men come for me
The Men
Dark wooded forest
clouds obscure moonlightChilling screech of an owl
I stand perfectly still
in the shadow of treesSilently paralysed by fear.
Quiet, the men come for me