Frost storms from the cliffs,
it wails through the desolate woods
the night and the dark arises in my heart,
as a black eclipse torments the moon.

the winds cut like scythes,
harvesting the village
decay flies from the open tombs,
on the night of tempestuous half shadows.

as this horror awakens,
no souls are at rest
through the streets they haunt,
leaving a trail of grieving mortals
spattered in blood

knives unsheathed,
veins cowering beneath the blade
spilling forth their venom
on this night of demonic hosts feasting

and the dawn never wakes
the stars never take their rest
winged creatures construct their kingdom
from their victim's corpses

drinking from the skulls of the innocent
laughing at their cries of agony
ignoring the stench of their own disease
a pitiful bounty gathered from this massacre

silence falls upon the black cliffs
an eerie myst cloaks the desolate woods
the night and the dark arises in my heart,
as a black eclipse torments the moon.