Sun is getting down
Shadows get bigger
Mean noises around
The air tastes bitter

Pictures start to move
They make bad faces
Bats are flying ´round
In fast races

The moon is greeting me
But I can´t see it
The bad spell is here
And I sure can feel it

Creatures ´round my bed
I can hear them mumble
Their eyes shine red
And they stumble

welcome to my world