Shadow fired from the hall as soon to see the old man fall. A silhouette as black as night appeared between the banister.

Inside his hand the crucifix and upon his face a smile incredibly sinister.

Coming from the other room cried out the woman confronted by doom;

Beside the man that lies upon the shadow covered screaming floor.

Creaking of the floorboards one by one. Came the laughter of evil from the midnight sun.

In the red scaly eyes of mister killer sat the baby on a pillar.

Crying from the bad man's fun, tears go trickling.

One by one.

Baby lying inside his cradle dome where Satan's waitin to take him back home.

"I am not well, my heart be cold, til death do part and my age old.

Pray shall I remain among this heavenly plain.

Until I leave to burn in hell once again."

With one's heart in one's throat betwixt the child... lie still the silhouette upon the floor.

Throughout the house all lights deplore.

Children's laughter,

And nothing more...