A shadowy figure lurks behind the blue streets prowling the allies in search from it's hunger it's distorted face, arched spine and crooked fingers shiveres even the most death experienced spines children nightmares of it scar them for life to call it evil would be too vague echoes in the night the screams of men can be heard sounds that resinate through your soul thoughts of maddness fill your mind when it's around sliding out of the shadows reaching out toward me looking face to face with it's unreal posture confronting this entity I stood my ground unafraid A voice of a thousand voices speaks telling me to leave him, I cannot for he is my brother
