The beast of death falls unto the night,
His cold caress belongs to you.
The wolves of autumn cry his name,
Burial of flesh, in soil cold.
Dark and grey move the sky above,
The woods cast movements of shadows.
Laid beneath the torturous heavens,
The sun dies, in eternal tragedy.
Blackened rain fell upon the land,
Desolate twilight dies forevermore.
Hear the whispers of the wind,
Beyond the heat of dying sun.
The moon grants me visions,
Dark shadows disappear.
I hear the choirs of the damned,
They sing their pain unto me.
I walk farther down the melancholy row,
The atmosphere dark and sorrowed.
I see the art of death infernal,
Spending their lives in pain eternal.
As I verge forward the eternal gate opens,
And I take the throne of blood.
Ride this land with steeds from the dead,
The pale horse gallops forth.
Darkness creeps over the earth again,
And silence is granted its final wish.
