Upon the wake of evening sun
A song is sung what bliss is spread
About the weary have we fun
Are not we the ungrateful dead
All howl above to twinkle’s day
Shadows here are for you to hide
Why do you come with fear to play
Away you ran should not have cried
But in this shriek of midnight chase
Inside the roar of hauntings past
Of mortals lay a peaceful face
With hopes of no ending harassed
In morning time I’ll see my fate
Biting the bait, I’ll be irate