In the still of the dawn
As the night sounds fade
The early birds wake
singing the songs of the morning
As morning comes, dead
things fade like the night...
Crawling down into the earth
Losing strength, lying still,
Still as the sun bleached bones...
They wait for the night to rise
But some live on my dark side
Giving strength to the hunger within...
The eternal struggle between light
and darkness rages on inside my soul
Who will win? Will it be the monster...?