From the dark side (i)

The bell strikes its final call Twelve rings from the churchyard sound The streets are abandoned since night did fall The moon shines dim over this graveyard town You pull the covers over your head Imagining the creaks you hear are not real The house seems alive, you cower in your bed A scream is heard, the sound so shrill How you prayed that it would not come Each night a living hell Your friends and you were just having some fun A secret pact, you all swore never to tell But you knew your turn would arrive As one by one your mates turned pale You see them, but their eyes are not alive And now you the last to tell the tale As the steps draw near, you wonder why As the door opens, you try to repent As the sheet pulls down, you too scared to cry As the demon bites, to hell you are sent...