We!
We call upon the wind
We draw down the pale moon
To withhold the day
And the night will come
Conquering in awe
Delivering in honor
Ruling with death
By my clear command
The fires will burn
And the stars will hide
Their wisdom eternal
Dead silent I contemplate
In disgust and in hate
Your filthy broken wounds
And my hungry ghosts
I beckon your name to the fire
For I am your nightmare
And my eyes that glow
Dead gray light
Of colorless space of death
Hear my lunar cry!
In the wake of curses
Fetid are the tears
Of hundreds of visions
Which have no shore
Sweet blood of revenge
Exalts my lost rotten soul
Lost in terror you writhe
As I drive my blade
I beckon your name to the fire
For I am your nightmare
And my eyes that glow
Colorless space of death
