From nine-to-five, they live their lives, as sane as any man,
And take their sleep and dream their dreams of peace while they can.
But come the moon of silver blue, then the world’s forsaken,
They lose their minds in the devil’s time, as the madness takes them.
The victim screams and scars the night, their blood runs fast away,
The darkness beats her wings of death against the coming day.
And horror haunts the faceless corpse, the mad things frenzied victim,
The fiends, insane, delight and play, as the madness takes them.
The knives flash red and silver as living flesh they find,
And they carve the names of demons, that were hidden in the mind.
And the silver blue of the moon shines on the butchery and the mayhem,
And terror reigns this night of hell, as the madness takes them.
Till crow of cock and break of day, come soldiering the light,
Tlll morn comes creeping in upon the unsuspecting night.
And vanquished thus, insanity withdraws from man again,
Until the moon turns silver blue, and the madness takes them.