It all started with a story, long long ago in a village,
By the fireside, listening to grandpa tell stories of the wild forest beyond our huts...
Wild dogs, foxes, lions And tigers ,
Talking Ghosts, walking trees,
and the realm of darkness,
Several of us around the fire donated our fears onto the soft earth, some shivered around in fright and ran away back home to sleep...
and so began the story of how I ran away into the dark jungle with my accomplice in mischief...
Night was cold. the moon was high and not a bloody vampire in sight
the mists were high and the glow of white hung everywhere,
not one curious ghost to give us company...By the fireside, listening to grandpa tell stories of the wild forest beyond our huts...
Wild dogs, foxes, lions And tigers ,
Talking Ghosts, walking trees,
and the realm of darkness,
Several of us around the fire donated our fears onto the soft earth, some shivered around in fright and ran away back home to sleep...
and so began the story of how I ran away into the dark jungle with my accomplice in mischief...
Night was cold. the moon was high and not a bloody vampire in sight
No tiger with sharp teeth, no lion with furious eyes, the trees were sleeping...
we were found next day by the search party that had gathered,
We were given a thrashing, verbal as well from the cane...
So began our turn to glorify the darkness, to paint darkness into fright into the youngest miscreants of the village...
Darker villains, horrible trees, deadly flowers, slithering snakes, gnawing worms with giant teeth, a hundred other monsters took shape in the woods, seen by every soul at midnight
It all started with a story, long long ago in a village,
By the fireside, listening to grandpa tell stories of the wild forest beyond our huts...
Wild dogs, foxes, lions n tigers ,
Talking Ghosts, walking trees,
and the realm of darkness,
Several of us around the fire donated our fears onto the soft earth, some shivered around in fright and ran away back home to sleep...
and so began the story of how I ran away into the dark jungle with my accomplice in mischief...
Night was cold. the moon was high and not a bloody vampire in sight
the mists were high and the glow of white hung everywhere,
not one curious ghost to give us company...By the fireside, listening to grandpa tell stories of the wild forest beyond our huts...
Wild dogs, foxes, lions n tigers ,
Talking Ghosts, walking trees,
and the realm of darkness,
Several of us around the fire donated our fears onto the soft earth, some shivered around in fright and ran away back home to sleep...
and so began the story of how I ran away into the dark jungle with my accomplice in mischief...
Night was cold. the moon was high and not a bloody vampire in sight
No tiger with sharp teeth, no lion with furious eyes, the trees were sleeping...
we were found next day by the search party that had gathered,
We were given a thrashing, verbal as well from the cane...
So began our turn to glorify the darkness, to paint darkness into fright into the youngest miscreants of the village...
Darker villains, horrible trees, deadly flowers, slithering snakes, gnawing worms with giant teeth, a hundred other monsters took shape in the woods, seen by every soul at midnight
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