The night will call

Don't look behind you...
Don't look behind you...
If you hear your name...
Don't look behind you...

Don't open the door...
Don't open it, no!
If someone knocks three times...
Don't say your name, no!

It was midnight, a cold night, a dark night,
An old road, an ancient grave in sight.
The wind was whistling, the forest replied,
And a voice far away softly cried:

"Come over here... come over here..."
"Come over here... come over here..."

He walked on, not knowing where he stepped,
The more he ran, the more the forest crept.
He heard a branch, heard a step, heard a scream,
But when he looked behind him...

There was nothing!

Nothing! Nothing!
There was nothing!

But the voice came back...
The voice called...
The voice called...
And he heard:

"Your name..."
"Your name..."
"YOUR NAME!"

The night will call, call, call!
If you answer, it will find you after all!
Run, run, run, don't ever stop to flee!
If the shadow catches you, you'll disappear completely!

Call, call, call!
Don't let it inside!
Knock, knock, knock!
Don't let it pass inside!

The night will call!
The night will call!
The night will call...
AND YOU WILL HEAR IT!

He reached a house in the middle of the wild,
Rusty old door, crystal window shining mild.
A light was burning on the second floor,
And a familiar voice began to call once more:

"Son..."
"Son..."
"Son, come have your dinner..."

He recognized that voice at once...
It was his mother's voice,
and she had been dead for years.

The doorknob turned...
The old wood groaned...
The door opened...

And the house...

SMILED.

Don't enter...
Don't enter...
Don't enter...

Don't look...
Don't look...
Don't look...

Inside the house were portraits on the wall,
Every pair of eyes watched him through it all.
One portrait showed him, another as a child,
Another showed someone faceless, staring wild.

On the floor, a photograph began to bleed,
And a hand beneath it started to proceed.

One hand...
Two hands...
Three hands on the floor...

And all of them pointed...

TOWARD THE DOOR.

"Come over here..."
"Come over here..."
"Come over here..."

He tried to escape...
But the door wouldn't open.
He tried to scream...
But his voice was gone.

The night will call, call, call!
If you answer, it will find you after all!
Run, run, run, don't ever stop to flee!
If the shadow catches you, you'll disappear completely!

Call, call, call!
Don't let it inside!
Knock, knock, knock!
Don't let it pass inside!

The night will call!
The night will call!
The night will call...
AND YOU WILL HEAR IT!

Who is knocking?

— I don't know.

Who's calling?

— I don't know.

Who's walking?

— I don't know.

Who's behind you?

DON'T LOOK.

Don't look...
Don't look...
Don't look...

DON'T LOOK!

Three knocks!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Three knocks!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The door trembled!
The window opened!
The candle went out!

And someone whispered:

"Now..."

"IT'S YOUR TURN..."

The night will call, call, call!
If you answer, it will find you after all!
Run, run, run