• It starts with silence,
    You can not see it
    But you know it's there.
    The Black Beast is
    Creeping in.
    You can feel it,
    Filling up the air.

    A storm is coming
    Beware, beware.
    Cover up your
    Little ears child,
    And find a place to hide.

    Then comes it's voice,
    It no longer tries to
    Cover up
    The anger that's always there.
    It scratches and tears
    At false promises
    And poor child standing near.

    A storm is here
    Beware, beware.
    Your poor ears child,
    Your poor heart child
    Torn from stray blows.

    The Black Beast has gone
    But it still lurks,
    Always standing near.
    Waiting for the time
    When it can climb
    Back into your soul and
    Lear.

    The storm is gone now,
    Come out, come out.
    Where are you dear child,
    Why are you no longer
    Here?

    Because the
    Black Beast has come,
    And I can no longer stand
    To stay.
    Because the Black Beast
    Is now gone
    But the silence still
    Remains.