As sunset falls into star lit night,
Just as the sun goes down.
  Your calm and relaxed,
And know you safe and sound. (\/)

what's dark as black and pure as light.
Hot as day and cold as night?
Us yes, we of the ghosts of woods,
live in the land of underhood.

What is reality
are thou not in fantasy?
Trapped in stories and books
that just shows you not,
everything is how it looks.
Does thou really believe the tales are fake,
just have faith for goodness sake!
Seeing is not believing,
believing is seeing.

Fear, what is fear?
Something your scared of or something more?
So then what's bravery being to proud to stand down from danger, I'm sure.
If so then what is love, a field of emotions or feelings? Then what is hate then your hearts killings. Feelings can't be controlled by a simple rope, and that's when we lost all hope.

Can you hear the whispers in the woods or the murmuring of shadows in the trees? Have you heard the tales in the town where they're speaking of legends they still believe? Where a fear becomes reality is in the forests of fright, and it gets worse on Halloween night. Where all the shadows and dead arise from the grave, all in which the can't be saved. So fear it be when you heard a whisper around, for if your not your fate be sealed and you trapped in the ground.