Gaoth Anair

Tempestuous Half Shadows

Gaoth Anair


Frost storms from the cliffs, 
it wails through the desolate woods 
the night and the dark arises in my heart, 
as a black eclipse torments the moon. 

the winds cut like scythes, 
harvesting the village 
decay flies from the open tombs, 
on the night of tempestuous half shadows. 

as this horror awakens, 
no souls are at rest 
through the streets they haunt, 
leaving a trail of grieving mortals 
spattered in blood 

knives unsheathed, 
veins cowering beneath the blade 
spilling forth their venom 
on this night of demonic hosts feasting 

and the dawn never wakes 
the stars never take their rest 
winged creatures construct their kingdom 
from their victim's corpses 

drinking from the skulls of the innocent 
laughing at their cries of agony 
ignoring the stench of their own disease 
a pitiful bounty gathered from this massacre 

silence falls upon the black cliffs 
an eerie myst cloaks the desolate woods 
the night and the dark arises in my heart, 
as a black eclipse torments the moon.