There have been some nights 
That didn't end so well 
An evil that lurks in the woods 
Compels me to drag you through hell 

The shadow self waits 
For the owl of truth to appear 
Through vicious secrets we learn 
Love is fear 

Return to this ghastly place 
With virtue's sour smell 
Whispering fool's prayers 
Bring you back to my hell 

The dweller on the threshold cries out 
Hard habits die old 
Fear cave