The demons of the night,
They fill you up with fright.
And when it turns to dread,
You'll only wish your death.

It's their eternal fate,
Filled with immense hate.
Even if hell had them damned,
And maybe got them condemned,
They destroy your perfect life,
If needed with the dullest knife.

The alluring language being ancient,
The future place for your soul being vacant.
Silently they will approach you,
But quick enough to get rid of you.
Confronting to gracefully kill,
Dooming with their might and will.

Their eyes being black like abyss below,
If they feel like killing it isn't for show.
Your blood will be visible, red on the snow,
So don't walk away or unknown is the place you go.

If you try running, you may try hopelessly to hide,
Their loud screech will pierce...