They scamper about, dashing through the shadows
they're in every tree, under each meadow.
They'll never admit, to their shame so large,
about the fear they have, of a power in charge.
So they work through the night, laying waste where they may,
but disappear just as quick, as quick before the break of day.
Mind your footing, and steel your mind,
don't believe the stories, of things that creep behind.

Guard your heart, for the hidden chase after,
be brave now poor soul, do not fear their laughter.
The hidden are strong by the numbers in the shadows,
but have no friends, when the light reveals what was hidden in those.

Take courage, be not afraid, there's much more to be said of the right,
if only you'd wait to see the light.
Stand tall, stand firm, among the ranks, with your friends and family near,
fight the shadows, the hidden, the tempters! Fight for all you hold dear!

The hidden shall melt away.
Away in the glorious sunlight.
And at the start of a brand new day,
may we never forget, the struggle...our fight.
Against.
The Hidden.