Text: Chron Gen. Hounds Of The Night.

A night so full of fear
colours very strange to me
am I really here?
echoes reassuring me

Bewitching lights are chasing me
suddenly he turns on me
a paranoid delight
the hounds of the night

Only victim of my plight
sharp face, drawn and white
demented, staring straight at me
an onslaught to my memory