"Blood Moon"

When the blood moon reaches high,
Above the night blue sky,
Darkness will truly fall upon thy,
As the dark, evil beast,
With the red, glowing eyes,
Will ascend upon thee,
Tearing limb from limb,
Ripping shred to shred,
'Til you are truly I say,
Dead, dead, dead.

"My Darkest Hour"

In my darkest hour, I know no right,
Like an angel cast out of heaven, I see no light,
My pain grows deeper, day by day,
I know the pain in my heart, must end someday,
And in my darkest hour, I show no shame,
I feel no mercy, I know only pain,
Still this pain grows deeper, day by day,
To end it all, I must make them pay

"Hour Of The Beast"

When the moon is as red as blood,
Beware ye,
Beware all,
For thee hour of the beast is at hand.

"Hour Of The Dead"

What is this evil, this evil so near,
The dead are walking, the dead are here,
The stench of death, spread through the land,
Sounds of pain, the call of the damned,
Hell on Earth, hour of the dead,
The end of life, the end of man.

"Darkness Falls"

On a dark path,
Filled with death and fear,
I journey through,
Where the beast is near,
The moon shall rise,
Another shall die,
Blood shall spill,
A hunger shall be filled,
Die they will,
Till all are dead,
By the morning sun,
When darkness falls,
For I am the beast,
Hear my call

"The Unholy Warrior"

The unholy warrior steps out into the night,
Out to fight a battle for wrong, not for right,
With a heart so evil, a heart so unclean,
A dark warrior built to be a brutal, lethal killing machine,
Taking out villages, one by one,
He will not stop, until his work is done,
Built on sin, blinded by hate,
A warrior soon to meet, his untimely fate.

"Is Somebody There?"

I awaken to find myself in a dark, cold place,
Into a cracked mirror I look to see only my face,
Outside I hear the sound of the howling wind,
Thunder clapping like it is the beginning of thee end,
Lightning strikes brightly lighting up the room,
Could this be a meaning of a certain, pending doom,
I begin to walk as the floor beneath begins to creak,
Hoping death is not what I am about to seek,
I hear sounds of moaning from outside the hall,
Not knowing what it might be I wonder should I give a call,
Thoughts of creatures lurking in the dark, it gives me a scare,
Chills run up my spine as I call out aloud, "Is somebody there?"

I make my way into the darkness of the hall,
Shadows seem to me to creep upon the wall,
My heart begins to beat ever so fast,
I wonder how much longer I will last.
From outside beyond the house I hear blood curdling screams,
I hear frightening moans and groans as I wonder what might it be,
Saying to myself, I should and will not show any fear,
I open the squeaking door and find the coast is clear,
Stepping out on the porch into the dark eternal night,
The fog covers the brightness of the etherial moonlight,
Ghostly sounds from beyond these non hollowed grounds,
Wolves howling in the distance and other chilling sounds,
The fear begins building as I feel the scare,
I say aloud once again, "Is somebody there?"

I see before me a dark path that might lead to town,
Not knowing where it shall lead me I begin to wander down,
I wonder would it be better if I had stayed inside,
Would this fear I am feeling ever subside,
I feel a maddness growing from deep within',
Would this fear be too much for even the bravest of men,
Then I see before me a string of graves,
Maybe others for which fear hath made its eternal slaves,
Lightning strikes as an evil laughter feels thee air,
I cry out, "Is somebody there?"

Then from the shadows a figure appears,
Shovel in hand it is my darkest of fears,
A maddness and insanity from which I could not hide,
An evil for which no one is able to abide,
With an evil grin the dark figure gives a dark evil stare,
I cry out for standing before me is me standing there....