In the darkness they hide,
nameless demons,
mysteries that confound.
Paths in shadows without reason,
The whisper of the wind carries their lament,
the fluttering of its wings, a dark torment.
In every corner, hidden they wait without mercy,
In the night cloak they dance with cruelty.
Beings of the uncertain, of the unknown!
In the eternal gloom they remain hidden.
But the light of dawn dispels their vileness,
and in the light of day they find their weakness.
