When The Sirens Cry.

(When the sirens cry, in the dead of night. Run for your life, don't dare look behind.) In the forest deep and dark, where the shadows lie, A figure tall and eerie, stretching to the sky. Silent as the night, but when it comes alive, You’ll hear the wailing sirens, and you'll know it's nigh. Creeping through the trees, with a voice that’s not its own, It calls out to the lonely, drawing them to the unknown. When the sirens cry, in the dead of night, Run for your life, don't dare look behind. In the silence it waits, where the darkness sighs, Beware the sound, when the sirens cry. Legends speak in whispers of the horror it bestows, A warning in the winds, a chill that everyone knows. Echoes in the distance, a call that chills the bone, Luring all who hear it, far away from home. Twisting through the gloom, with its hollow, haunting call, It reaches through the shadows, to claim them one and all. When the sirens cry, in the dead of night, Run for your life, don't dare look behind. In the silence it waits, where the darkness sighs, Beware the sound, when the sirens cry. No mercy in its gaze, no solace in its song, A tale of ancient terror, where everything goes wrong. Stay away from the woods, when the night begins to fall, For the sirens' wailing, will be your final call. When the sirens cry, in the dead of night, Run for your life, don't dare look behind. In the silence it waits, where the darkness sighs, Beware the sound, when the sirens cry. So heed this tale of warning, when you hear the distant moan, For when the sirens cry, you'll find yourself alone. In the depths of the forest, where the shadows never die, Beware the sound, when the sirens cry.