The night is young and the air is dangerous
I do not want you to leave this night
Don't think it's some childish paranoia
I sense that death's on his horse tonight
I turn away but for a moment
And you have left me on my own
This feling grows like a seed inside me
It's vines are strangling my insides
I chase but you are too far
I stop to breathe this air
I hear the faintest footsteps
I feel his cold breath down my neck
The eyes of his wicked horse
Stare right into mine
The last thing that I feel
A cold, stale goodbye
Death has touched me
I hear faint cries
From her voice
Oh how sick she feels inside
The night is old and drenched in staleness
I did not want to leave you this night
Your eyes are filled with deep hysteria
I sense that death won't come for a while
