A child's footsteps in the night

Like a hallowed soul in the lack of sight

Dispositioned in a world of shadows

Comes a day worshipping it

But it has become a children's game like any other

But they are not safe if they leave the net of their mothers

Soon enough many fall astray to the dark once swayed

And children will be lost to the dead of night

Oh, a child's footsteps in the night

Will fall silent by morning light