When on a chilly night, out in the foggy field
You've not seen a fright, but you've felt the thrill
You feel thrill over someone that's been killed?
Why is it, that you'd feel thrill?
Now I see upon your brow-
A bead of sweat! Are you the threat?
Had you made a vow?
A vow, you could not vow-
So you bowed to lesser instincts
Now your love is forever gone,
your vow you've withdrawn
