A shadow has fallen on Jolly old London
A storm is a-brewin' around the black cauldron
In screaming of children and wailing of women
And sightings of monsters and spring-leaping demons

A skilled foreign cowboy has lost all proportion
A pale woman's fingers still shuffles her fortune
A hunter pursuing his daughter's tormentor
A doctor regretting his role as creator

The Four hear the whispers that speak in the silence
In chapels of God and in castles of Science
In howling of wolves and in fire of caverns
As tales to be told over ales in the taverns

From prophets to rumors, the pieces lay broken
Yet no faith can grasp every omen unspoken
The Madness is deep and the Horrors are many...
But these Dreadful stories are worth every Penny!