• Soul Eaters...



    In the depth of the night
    There will always be a fright
    lurking for a soul.
    They seek for their pray,
    one time each day
    if the moon is shining,
    big and bright.
    Drifting in the shadows,
    creeping in the dark,
    These soul eaters wont leave
    until they've left their mark.
    They grab the soul,
    hold it tight,
    They're not leaving without a fight.
    They eat the soul,
    They swallow it whole,
    and lick their lips with delight.