the end of the beginning - Twiztid

Under the blanket of night

When the children awaken in fright

Something is calling them off in the wind

Something more wicked than demons and sin

Could it be him, the one that we curse

Who fell from the ceiling corrupting the earth

We don’t mention his name, no not in these parts

Especially not now in this hour of dark

But one thing’s for sure, these children we were

No longer are taught to be seen and not heard

We answer to no one but that of ourself

So back away monster and return thee to hell