Hovering calls onto white chasms fog
Awakes him of his midnightly dreams
Gathering tortures and unheaven screams
Gleams in his eyes with an hungering glare.

Yes you almighty sins of unholy nosferatu
Your loyal slaves sail to the temple of stormblood
Now able to freeze hope to disease
And to wither all flowers in bloom

Visions of stone sharpened scythe
Of mature thoughts and tapering teethe
Icons so real as my flesh and blood
When all elapses faster than time
Only violent stays and the shed holy wine
Is the dripping blood of hytnnghas

Misanthrophe hunts in leather skin
Vast their lands of fern and fen
And whenever this fog do pour
Man slaughtered by this creature
There your race elapses faster than time
And your carcass will be lifted forever away.