Foolish beings toil away through the morning and through the day.
Cast aside their rightful fear, none will turn an oblivious ear.
Tales warn, passed from elder to young,
strange demon from beyond sing alluring song.
Such tales of fairies are told to comfort and bring rest,
The Raksha return stronger and at thier best.

We come to play, we come to steal.
Devour your dreams and make you our meal.
There is a monster under your bed,
one lurks in your closet and in your head.
A creature goes bump in the night
and nothing.. will stop this fright.