In the night while the wolves sleep I felt it standing in the doorway watching me and I thought about the Wolands and Behemoths wanting to stay with me, enact my darkest dreams.
They must've heard via my thoughts or something that I'm never feeling right when I can't see where I'm going. Well the night is at my door now, laughing where I lay it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, coming to take me.
In the night while the wolves sleep I felt it standing in the doorway watching me and I'd like to walk slow with patience but the, the urge to make a dash picks up my feet real fast.
I must've learnt from my mum or something that a room without a light sends the creatures running. Well the night is at my door now, laughing where I lay it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, coming to take me.