Nocturnal

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 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...