I write of things of deepest night, I write of dreams to give a fright, of darkness without hint of light,
I write of things of horrible sight,
of tainted men with fated plights, I write of wrongs to be made right, if one should live to see daylight …
I write of a naive benighted fool,
whose keyboard is his only tool, to dispel the terror held so cruel, rerun's requiems of bloody duels, within the deepest darkest of night, that time of night when nightmares rule …