There's movement in the night Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight
Nocturnal occurrencies Imagination no the night is real I'm looking for the
truth But never can I find a trace Of bloody witches rituals In the night I
hear them howl A sound so low it must be real Or is it my fantasy As
sunlight fades into a twilight The moon contrasts against a darkening sky
Temperature of the air is going down A veil of fog is forming low above the
ground There's movement in the night Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight
Nocturnal occurrencies Imagination no the night is real I'm looking for the
truth But never can I find a trace Of bloody witches rituals In the night I
hear them howl A sound so low it must be real Or is it my fantasy Before
the night is turning into dawn The morning fog is coming on to me Suddenly a
choking hand grabs me around my neck And drags me into death for eternity
There's movement in the night Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight
Nocturnal occurrencies I magination no the night is real I'm looking for the
truth But never can I find a trace Of bloody witches rituals In the night I
hear them howl A sound so low it must be real

Or is it my fantasy