Dismal Gale

Moonlight Shift

Dismal Gale


The time is marching on and on, 
The Ancient seed awake 
with the spirit of the night 
Shadows, eternal breed of night 
creeping beasts who dwell 
Between the line of the living dead 

Forsaken, by the human misery 
Lurking creatures, thirsty of blood 
Drinking from the wine of the undead 

From the grave, 
waiting for the moonlight 
haunted creatures, infamous 
The Ancient sickle 
Of the world 

The Ancient Bells are tolling 
For the Burial call 
marking the disgrace with an evening melody 

The time is marching on and on, 
The Ancient seed awake 
with the spirit of the night 
Night breed older than the man 
Crimson terror from the stars 
Enslaved by the shift of the shine 
of a moonlight ray 

suffering eternal punishment 
Reborn and die, night by night 
Sucking all the blood 
from nasty wounds 

From the grave, 
waiting for the moonlight 
haunted creatures, infamous 
The Ancient sickle 
Of the world 

for centuries 
for ever 
Under the eternal spell 
the Moonlight ray is rising 
from the darkness of the north.