They come to us day or night,sure to give us a fright
All that is needed, all that they want
Is for us to be sleeping, then they haunt

We fight, we scream, we cry, we die
We resist, we rebel, we fear
but ever watching they sense our fear

Where have they come from?
What do they want?
An Occulists experiment gone wrong?
Or something more deep, worthy of a song..

For now we tremble, and stay awake, for as soon as we sleep
we wont be able to wake....

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lupar, in the year 465 AF.