The day is almost over, the sunlight is going and the people walk in shadows, completely unknowing that there's something lethal in the air that they can't see.
Now a Time Lord could save me just by turning on a light but I don't think that the Doctor's gonna show up tonight and so I'm trying to remember what the Library said to me.
In the Library the darkness is waiting to attack and some explorers went inside but they ain't never coming back. Namely Miss Evangelista, Anita and two guys called Dave and the Shadows made four thousand other people disappear and they've been hungry and waiting for a whole damn year for some fresh meat that isn't gonna register as "Saved".
An invisible carnivorous aggressive Armada and they go by the name of the Vashta Nerada. A thousand thousand million piranhas in the air, the tingle on your skin that you feel in the dark.
May be the hungry ones who contemplate leaving a mark so when you're reaching for the light switch, make sure you're prepared.
Count the shadows, 'cause they're edging towards you like a hungry moth to a flame.
So count the shadows, 'cause if you've got more than one, then you're the victim that they will claim.