• Night crept over the town
    The rain fell quickly down
    A chill wind blew with unrest
    As the moon rose in the west

    They summon brothers big and small
    From over yonder hill they call
    They shall bring with them death and fear
    Until there is no one left to shed a tear

    The next day they will be gone again
    Taking their curse to another plain
    Getting ready to dine
    On another town like mine.