When the nightfall surrounds you and the wind howls with fear
And you've only the moonlight to see through the clear
Curse the others who've taken retreat to their homes
They curl in their beds and quake in their bones
Chosen by fate as you take on this journey alone
There's no going back and your chance for return is unknown
Her name was Rebecca, she was only sixteen
Fair-skinned and dark-haired, and cold eyes of green
She spoke of The Hollow, where the sane dare not creep
And nobody seems to have seen her for weeks
Since she's been gone we've had nothing but d**h and disease
And at night when it's clear you can still hear her name through the breeze
As the darkness gets colder and your breath starts to steam
Into the circle where the embers still gleam
And the smoke in the air reeks the faint scent of d**h
And gone is the young girl who gave you her last breath
And the moment is silent except for the rustle of leaves
And the night is so clear you can still hear her name through the breeze