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.