Beneath the moon, where shadows cling,
You’ll hear the voices start to sing,
A haunting chorus, soft and low,
Of souls long lost, from long ago.
They call to you, their whispers thin,
A hollow cry from deep within,
The night itself, their lonely cage,
Bound forever in their rage.
They once were like us, flesh and bone,
But now they roam, forever alone.
Forgotten souls, their eyes like glass,
They watch the living, watch you pass.
Their touch is cold, their breath is near,
They feed upon your deepest fear.
And when you feel a sudden chill,
It’s them, the Damned, against your will.
You hear them in the rustling leaves,
In every creak, in every breeze.
Their presence slips through cracks unseen,
They linger in the in-between.
The Damned want more than just to haunt,
They crave your soul, they crave to taunt.
They pull at thoughts, they twist your mind,
Until you’re lost, until you’re blind.
They’ll drag you down, beneath the ground,
Where screams are swallowed, never found.
And when you try to run, to flee,
Their chains will bind eternally.
So when the night grows cold and thin,
Beware the voices from within.
For once they find you, once they see,
The Damned will take your soul for free.
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