The sun goes down and in the ruins of the shattered town the monsters come alive and
here they thrive, in the filth and through the grime
are the demons in a time that fades to dust.
If you're just a social engineer
don't volunteer to come near here
there's wolves out there that howl, those wolves that growl and bite and would eat you in the dark of night
there are monsters in the park,by the pond that you're so fond of and those geese would take a piece of you and chew and chew and you should really stay away.

There are crazies when the sun goes down that roam the streets of my home town and swallow little children whole and sell their souls to yesterday.
I used to play so happily 'til the monsters came to bother me and now the only things I see are the monsters,in my dreams I'll be,
a dragon slayer
a demon killer
a man that mans the tiller,but the cloven hooves of goats, dance quite lightly through these boats of mine and float across the filth and grime to tell me,
try that one more time
and you're dead.