The moon is bright, the moon is full tonight
The moon is white, a pool of light tonight
On the bedroom floor, a mystical sight
A ghoulish atmosphere, I feel uptight
As though being watched, examined in spotlight
By high priest, torturer, something's not right
Transported back in time, the woods are white
Where wolves fought, where white owls fly through the night
Strange sounds of silence and shrieks pierce the quiet
Shadows and striped light through high leaves collide
On grassy ground rustling in dark and light
Distant movement and the dog shrinks in fright
I turn back, live on. Centuries in flight
And here I am, descendant of that night
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