Midnight Special

I called you, you answered the call

"Meet me outside, I'm standing by the wall."

Twelve midnight, our first anniversary,

"Come with me baby, let's make a history."

As we're walking down this quiet, empty street,

You're holding me tight, I can hear your breath.

The wind get colder as we pass by the cemetery,

We have to fall back, it's the monsters' territory.

"Where do you think you're going?" a hoarse voice came in

A man standing—torn clothes, ruined face, the scariest thing you've ever seen.

You're in horror; sweat is dripping despite the cold,

A fearful soul of yours never get old.

One by one, they opened the corpses' shell,

And there, bodies came out, from a bottomless pit of hell

Followed by a foul smell, indicating they're dead,

After a thousand years of slumber, they'll get out of bed.

You faced me and you see the truth

I am a knight, a monster—yes, I am both.

I tried to hold you, and in fear you scream,

You were sweating, panting, as you woke up from a bad dream.

I called you, you answered the call

"Meet me outside, I'm standing by the wall."

Twelve midnight, our first anniversary,

"Come with me baby, let's make a memory."