Unaware of presence, a disguise of temperant 

Hollow be thy victim, cold as a winter sent 

Unholy with a touch to remove the soul 

With no fear of the light, it materializes insight

Air enflamed with no vision of fire 

What conspires? 

A need for souls 

A knock in company is answered 

Lack of foresight for the non-physic  

An answer bringing terminal fright 

Flauros returns once more into the night 

Consumption of hate of the hated 

Orders relayed to trick not to treat 

Victims deaths a mystery 

The colour the only link to see 

Hysteria brings talks of disease 

The sound of the knock 

Brings more fear than Hallows Eve 

The evil that bleeds, leaving no clue

Souls taken in amazement 

Gaze back on earth in memory 

Who hated us so? 

A chill cools the wind when it blows 

Caucasian agoraphobia settles rigamortis in snow 

Death rate rises, bringing tears to there eyes 

We have been forsaken the prayers said at night 

Yet the one who conjured, smiles out of sight

If you listen close in the dark 

Drops of tears spark to capture moonlight 

The trick the knock 

The treat your life