The Gloaming. (Softly Open our Mouths in the Cold.)
Genie let out of the bottleIt is now the witching hourMurderers, you're murderersWe are not the same as youGenie let out of the bottleFunny haha, funny howWhen the walls bend with your breathingThey will suck you down to the other sideTo the shadows blue and redYour alarm bells should be ringingThis is the gloaming