Upon a midnight's summer day.

Sweet birds shall sing such joyful praise,
While people dance and sing. Hurray!

When night falls, all will cry, and scream, and shout.
For a mighty terror lurks all about.
Casting a great shadow over the lands.
It bellows and it shows it's many hands.

For when night falls upon a midnight's summer day,
Terror shall surely rise; and then we all shall say:

"The end shall only be our beginning."