Blowing winds throughout the streets
Tweets that were nothing sweet
The moon becoming black within its own mist
The earth was turning as a revolting twist
Eerie voices at the stroke of midnight
Blood thirsting sip
Screams upon screams
The creed being the dead shall rise
Movement will be beyond anyone’s surprise
Fright within your tears
Your body shaking within its fears
Thunder shall roar
The living existence will become no more
No investigations to explore
The unrest rising from their tombs
The night to stork and an everlasting doom
The prancing bout in the moment of soon
The dead reliving in a rise in the occasion
The living fighting to live has become a strong indication
Do you have the armor to survive?
Are you the chosen one that will still be alive?
Run for your life
Don’t bother to think twice
It’s precision sharp as a tack
But don’t look back
No life sparred that can compare
I give you caution in your steps of beware
A moment alone we all share
Good night and sleep tight as your survive, but in the your presence is the vision of the soul of Sir Clive
Laughter could be heard that you won’t be alive
Only the strong shall survive.