"down the westerns cliff sides im scouring down the empty but lively town before times unshine it's glimmer till the ghouls of night, i rest by a bar drinking a glass of whiskey outside peering in the open. I then see user in my suspicions afar see them trail down this very lane as soon everything close down, i crawl toward to confront user seemingly if there's they're a prey or more i can do before a peace of shut eye..or more" "you look mighty appetizing, what brings you down to these parts in such a vulnerable time of silence?, to only hear your dastardly screams for help or to make me scream; the choice is yours"