It was a dark and stormy night.
The kind of night when nightmares bite.
A warning is in the fire's light:
You should not go outside tonight.

In shadows oh so dark and cold,
Awake now things both wild and old.
Creatures from an ancient world.
A myth as real as was foretold.

Under the street is where it lies.
Slowly opens its evil eyes.
In sharp fangs the memory dies.
Upon it another sun won't rise.

The smell of blood and mud and fear,
Something is very near.
What is it? Not very clear.
No need to run, it's already here.