Evil on The Wind

A cold October wind sends a chill throughout the land. In deep dark places blackest evil is at hand Restless spirits bound to our earthly plane seek vulnerable souls for their own domain. In graveyards of decay in asylums of despair on battlefields of endless slaughter Lives were ended there. But now in our world of chaos,more taking than giving the dead,seek their revenge on land of the living. So that scratching at your window that wailing in the hills the half - seen shadow in the corner of the room does it give you sudden chills? A vengeful spirit will will not be discreet if tonight on the stairs your end is complete But even as your mind fills with dread, it may be your last breath as your strangled in bed... sweet dreams!