Veils Were Blown

Veils Were Blown

The stars grow dim 
In their places 
And the moon turns pale 
Before me 
Veils are blown 
Across its flame 
Demons approach the circumference 
Of my sanctuary 

A wind has risen 
The dark water stirs 

And they like the dark places best 
For their god is a lying lord 
Strange lines appear carved on my door 
The light from the window 
Grows increasingly dim 

At death's door 
You will find your redemption 
And there will 
Always remain a black earth 

Helvete.