Cometh the eve
And cometh the hour
In the moonlight
We welcome the power
Web between worlds
As fine as the rain
Fingers reach through
To touch us again
Dream of your love
Or dream of the past
Where the Night Mare
Is waiting at last
Fight the terror
That grows in your heart
Cast out the fear
Walk into the dark
Telling yourself
That nothing is there
Under the bed
Or beneath the stair
...or is there...?