“They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.”

“When dark creeps in and eats the light,Bury your fears on Sorry Night.For in the winter's blackest hours,Comes the feasting of the Vours, No one can see it, the life they stole,Your body's here but not your soul...”

“When darkness comes and eats the light,bury your fears on sorry night.Because in the winter's darkest hours,comes the feasting of the Vours.You cannot see it, the life they stole.Your body's there, but not your soul.”

“The dark has teeth and it will bite,It feasts begins on Sorry Night.When cold and fear are intertwined,They'll chew up your heart and feed on your mind.Where have the souls gone? What do they see?The gateway to Hell's eternity.”

“The problem is that your brain can't tell the difference between bad and good habits, and so if you have a bad one, it's always lurking there, waiting for the right cues and rewards.”

“Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new film, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul.”