Turn an eye to the
lonely sky
with billowing clouds
pregnant with rain
hiding a waning moon
winds are screaming to the night
ti's an omen
so they say

Heed where ye travel
beware what ye do
above all whisper
the words ye shall say

For he rides
in the dark
searching for men to slay
would it be the ones gone wrong
with debauchery and lie
of the evil
that men do

Keep a razor sharp eye
take care lest you stray
into a cold and darkened night
he is waiting to take your soul
and there is no giving back