It was big.
It was dark,
blotting out the Sun.
I was cornered here,
no where to run.
The fear which comes
to you, on a lonely night,
is yours to deal with,
Yours to fight.
It was big.
It was dark,
blotting out the Sun.
I was cornered here,
no where to run.
The fear which comes
to you, on a lonely night,
is yours to deal with,
Yours to fight.