The narrator

We all sat next to the fireplace,
gazing at the far away fire.
Try to guess what do we see,
inside the flames of the endless night.

And the guiter is played,
and the torches shine like in a picture.
And now the narrator is speaking,
telling another horror feature.

The narrator was making the night even longer,
a layer of fear he built there, under cover.
The narrator was telling about the scary nights,
to the fire's light.

And the ember's so brightning,
our eyes are burning.
And his eyes just shine,
to the horror story.

The narrator was making the night even longer,
a layer of fear he built there, under cover.
The narrator was telling about the scary nights,
to the fire's light.

The narrator was making the night even longer,
a layer of fear he built there, under cover.
The narrator was telling about the scary nights,
to the fire's light.