Cold aloneness, cold in darkness,

The Nightmen come out to play,

They’re loud and boisterous as we sleep,

They hunt and search for their prey.

Little do we know of them, little do we say,

For we can’t scare our children of

When Nightmen come out to play.



They roam, they hunt, they screech, they cry;

The Nightmen come out to feed.

They salivate as they long for us

To satisfy their hungering needs.

Little do we tell of them, little do we say,

For we can’t scare the ladies of

When Nightmen come out to play.



Are they human? Are they mankind?

The Nightmen who hide in the day?
The cold, dead hearts cannot be flesh;

I would never get in their way.

Little do we speak of them, little do we say.

For we can’t scare the young men of

When Nightmen who come out to play.





There are some young, there are some old

Nightmen who come out to play.

They fight and hit for dibs on souls,

Until night comes into day.

Little do we mention them, little do we say,

For we can’t scare the old of

When Nightmen come out to play.



Are they mere myths? Are they legends?

The Nightmen who come out to play?

Do they try to steals us in nights?

Are we only safe in the day?
Little do we believe in them, little do we say,

For I know that I join them,

When Nightmen come out to play.