Shadow Creeps Through The Night

In the dead of the night, where the cold winds bite,
A shadow creeps, out of sight, ignites the fright.
Whispers in the dark, a silent mark,
It moves unseen, a spectral spark.

Shadow creeps, shadow falls,
Through the night, past the walls.
In the silence, it calls,
In the darkness, it mauls.

Eyes glowing red, with secrets unsaid,
The shadow prowls, where angels fear to tread.
A ghostly trace, in the moon's embrace,
It haunts the space, a chilling chase.

Guitars wail, like the howling night,
Drums thunder, with primal might.
Bass rumbles, in the pale moonlight,
Metal symphony, a haunting sight.

Shadow creeps, through the night,
In the void, out of sight.
With each step, it incites,
A metal anthem, for the night's rites.

As dawn breaks, the shadow fades,
But in our hearts, the memory stays.
For in the night, the metal plays,
And the shadow creeps, in endless ways.
