I'm afraid that's what we are
And there's no escape
We come from near and far
We have come for payment
You owe the night time's debt
Your member's fee is due
And your existence under threat
You'll need to let us in
When we come for you
We're deep inside your soul
And there's nothing you can do
We'll invade your dreams
Push you closer to the brink
Quill instead of finger
Blood replaced with ink
Now we have your payment
And we are satisfied
Don't make us return
We can tell if you have lied
So charge your quill and parchment
You only have to write
Then maybe swell the ranks
Of the creatures of the night...
Dedicated to all the
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