It would be the last thing you ever heard... Wailing Hideous wailing The type that awakens nightmares from sleep Behind you All around you Making your blood sweat with fear... As the sky's palette goes from blue to gray As the pink and purples bleed away Nightshade gives way to darkness And darkness is the ronowen Flapping Fluttering Slithering and more... You push back madness as chaos ensues Daemonic echo location Pulling of your metallic salts Losing control... The wailing approaches Like a deafening flock of birds It's dark now and your fate is sealed... Each body this night will be divided in thirds Such is the way of the ronowen