O what a frightening time to be in:
A time for beasts and ghouls to roam around
For rotten souls to wreak havoc and sin,
Hiding in the shadows, not to be found.

In the woods, mix dream and reality,
The spirits lament of sorrow and pain.
Even a glimpse of light, no one can see,
Quickly losing touch, we become insane.

But there shines the moon, brill’ant in its light
We four leave the forest, left quite confused,
We ponder our dream, from the prev’ous night
But even with that, we are quite amused.

Woken from our daze, see truth or see lies,
Reality hidden from our own eyes.