The great gray dog is lurking
The raven drawing nigh
And bones of old are stirring
While their coffins creak and sigh
The grip of death is loosened
The dead rise from their sin
And portals open needlessly
While demons writhe within
In a land of mutilation
These children of the Black
They greedily devour
All souls which turn their back
In a land of endless torment
These creatures of the Kill
They rend the flesh of mortals
With warnings almost nil
And sent to men, this hellish rhyme
Of wicked tongues in rants
An evil spell of ancient
Calls hellspawn in its chants
“Noctura, nee solomka
Neets na futs patar!”
Sing these wretched words of Dark
And call them from afar
Sing these wretched words of Dark
And you shall know great dread
To sing these words of Devil’s hordes
Means you flesh to demons fed
“Noctura, nee solomka
Neets na futs patar!”
Now you hear the echo
Of the evil from afar
A tortured shriek not of this world
You feel the desperation
Forward march the undead army
Forming bloodslate nation
Now flee my fellow brethren
For comes the evil wake
And you have brought their curse to all
Now Light is at the stake
Copyright ©2002 Joseph Verdun