To Withhold the Day

We

We call upon the wind

We draw down the pale moon

To withhold the day

And the night will come

Conquering in awe

Delivering in honor

Ruling with death

By my clear command

The fires will burn

And the stars will hide

their wisdom eternal

Dead silent I contemplate

In disgust and in hate

Your filthy broken wounds

And my hungry ghosts

I beckon your name to the fire

For I am your nightmare

And my eyes that glow

Dead gray light

Of colorless space of death

Hear my lunar cry

In the wake of curses

Fetid are the tears

Of hundreds of visions

Which have no shore

Sweet blood of revenge

Exalts my lost rotten soul

Lost in terror you writhe

As I drive my blade

I beckon your name to the fire

For I am your nightmare

And my eyes that glow

Colorless space of death