Hidden Silently watching as the clouds turn black In the yard dew covers every blade of grass A tomb stone heads an empty grave And with every second that passes Our destiny is made. Now what has gone lurking? And Why does the moon suddenly feel so full? With every movement we're caught in suspense. A silent drum beat counts down our doom. The fathom comes out Yet it's face is still unknown Is it, of wolf or imagination? Soon we may be burried in its tomb But know, hidden is our lurker Hidden from our eyes The wind is howling, blowing on the leafs We think of danger, and our soon to be misery With every heart beat, sweat runs down our necks It is comming closer, just time enough for one last breath The fathom comes out Yet its face is still unknown Is it, of monster or hallucination? Soon we may be burried in its tomb But know, hidden is our lurker Hidden from our eyes We feel the approaching warmth, that is our death Suddenly our eyes our open, the wind howls still But the night has awkardly vanished Glanced shows windows open, and we sit in room We begin to sigh as we see the glow of lamplight Just a dream.No,a nightmare of impending doom The fathom comes out It is ourselves Every thought we made And it is hidden from ourselfs