
You think the danger has passed
You think you’re in the clear.
But he comes silently, stalkingly,
With the stealth of the night
And when he comes,
There can be nothing
But to give in and be ravaged
By the Power of a Memory.
You think the danger has passed
You think you’re in the clear.
But he comes silently, stalkingly,
With the stealth of the night
And when he comes,
There can be nothing
But to give in and be ravaged
By the Power of a Memory.