Suffice to say it's forgotten
There is truth in every tale
Fear the dark for good reason
Evil always stalks the vale
Denizens of the dark
Are hiding in plain sight
To say they are not real's
A real good way to die
No use in mourning,
To deny the simple truth
Missed all the warnings
And the many turns to few
Ancient legion
Of the damned mere memory
Man would shake with fear
Before the Demonarchy
Slay the beast
The common call for centuries
Hunted down and terrorized
By Demonarchy
There is an animal in her
And the moon will make her howl
He has been called the impaler
He's the count dressed in a cowl
The hag deep in the woods
Boils kittens in a pot
Her undead son eats brains
And reeks of body rot
The little cabal
Meets with every blue moon
There's ripping of flesh
And scheming the night through
The quartet from hell
Uneasy alliance
The best of the worst
The descendants of violence
Nosferatu, lycanthrope,
Necromancer and her undead son
The Scarctic Circle Gathering
Their right is town folks wrong
"Hear us breathing - we're always close
Don't confront us, you have no hope."
