I see them,
    the animals,
    they look up into the dark sky, 
    as if something was about to go wrong.
    
    It's getting darker out now,
    I can feel the spirits all around me,    
    Cold,
    Very cold,
    It's coming,
    that's all I can think of, it's coming.
    
    People all around me is running,
    Where are they going,
    They are scared of the spirits,
    Scared to stay out here and face it.
    
    Grey clouds are forming now, 
    As the spirits gets mad, they go quicker,
    The wind is blowing me away,
    every step I take it gets harder to survive,
    then.

    I felt it, 
    Cold deadly tears pouring down my face, 
    As if I were crying,
    But it wasn't me that was crying,
    It was them.

    I hear their screeches,
    more and more as I try to get through the door,
    slamming the door, I can still here them out there,
    just crying, 
    trying to get louder as I dry their tears, 
    into the towel,
    that will forever be there.