Night descends upon the world.
Fear is rising — God is far away.
The air holds no tune of peace.
Wolves howl — the hunt begins.
Alone, if fortune turns its face,
imprisoned in your endless nightmare,
your dream becomes reality.
The creature comes – the creature comes,
to bring you – to bring you,
back to me – back to me —
the dark creature comes for you.
Your breath grows faint and shallow.
No helping hand is near.
Your only weapon: a brave escape —
too weak to win… surrender!
Iron chains await your flight,
should you attempt to run.
Face your doom — or cry.
The creature comes – the creature comes,
to bring you – to bring you,
back to me – back to me —
the dark creature comes for you.
A demon shaped by my own hand.
Your panicked sweat confuses you.
Helpless in the light of dawn,
you feel its cold grasp and aching pull.
Sorrow drags your soul to darkness.
You fall — and you are mine.
The creature comes – the creature comes,
to bring you – to bring you,
back to me – back to me —
the dark creature comes for you.