TORCH THE WORL WHILE IT IS NIGHT
MIDNIGHT COMES, THE WOLVES ARE OUT
THERE'S NO ONE THAT WILL HEAR YOU SHOUT
THE FULL MOON'S OUT AND ALL SHALL SLEEP
EXCEPT FOR YOU, YOU'LL ONLY WEEP
THE CURRS WILL CHASE YOU THROUGH THE DARK
BEHIND YOU IS THEIR FRIGHTENING BARK
THEY HAVE CAUGHT YOU, SHED A TEAR,
THE END OF LIFE IS FINALLY NEAR
THE VULTURES CIRCLE OVERHEAD
BECAUSE THEY KNOW THAT YOU ARE DEAD.
