They have these awful torn wings
At night they start doing bad things.
Just run, because they’ve got nothing to give.
They’ll get you, they won’t let you live.
Try to find where you can hide.
If you do it, hide your pride.
They are monsters, bare in mind,
With you they will not be kind.
You mustn’t stay all at a loss,
You don’t wanna make them cross?
Never leave your shelter with hope
That you will be able to cope.