Sleep the deep nocturnal lullaby. Sleep the deep nocturnal lullaby. I'm out listening for the mandrake's cry, tonight. . born in the light of a dying sun.
To walk the night. To feel no love. To know the touch of another kiss. Never more. . To walk the night. To forever roam. To escape inside cool darkness alone.
The shift starts, your spine stiffens. You break out in a cold, cold sweat. Then the muscular convulsions tear at your brain. Leaving you snarling and snapping at air.