Evil over comes the night
Ó 1994  Anthony Congiano

Evil in the shadows

Crowding the light

Evil waits to get you in the middle of the night

Evil in the sky

Evil in the sand

Evil in the mind of the step Mommy’s hand

Evil views death

Bet never sees life

Evil clenched the handle of the murder’s knife

Evil is the cold

The reaper was told

Evil is deaths way to color the old

Evil over comes the night

Evil engulfs what’s bright

Evil eradicates the light

Evil over comes the night

So morbid a way

There never has been

Evil was the feeling of man’s very first sin

I slam shut my eyes

Rock reel race and run

Pull them up tight

But the damage is done

Evil turns to Evil

Then blacker than black

Black’s Evil’s way… and nothing bleaker than Black