In the woods an angel was lost
Crying for help she was running away.
He looked for her image chased her shadow
Trying to steal her innocent soul

She started to dance, started to sing
He heard her voice like a spell  
He stumbles and falls into the darkness
But it wasn't the end; it was only just the beginning

It was unavoidable,
The next one was there
Just waiting for her to come
He fond a human, a victim, a bait

She came to his rescue
And there he was, waiting for her
Thirsty for her blood he jump and screamed
"Mournful night, your dark beauty obsesses me."

He didn't even notices
It wasn't the angel he was beating
'Cause she was long gone
along with the bait. She has won again

Whispering:
"But what about the next time grandpa?"
"I'll tell you that tomorrow night, now go to sleep sweety.
good night".