...about the darkest of Nights
Hark... shadow to shadow
Hasten to evolve through the moist
And mount the penumbrant
dusk
Moon about in meadows prun'd
So scotch, not kill
About the darkest of Nights
Thus hark...
Sunset, Dusk,
Nightfall
Whatever that shadows through horizons
Lull'd in midnight communion scatter'd
"Unwept, and welter to the parching
wind,
Without the need of some melodious tear"
Beneath waning Selene white above
Dancing wolves ominous through the hunt
And
Diana leads with the Night as mask
Blazing teeth embrace
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Hark...the dusk is
singing
Darkness stir as the crescent Moon shines full
Hediond Banshees of few too many
Riding out of Inferno's
zenith
Swallowing life with ominous incens'd chants
With burnt robes and shrines made o' skin
Let nature's heart rejoioce with
the warmth of blood
Of bleeding lambs pierc'd by wolven teeth
...and the shadow caresses
Hark... the sombre light
The
malice
Shadow, caressing shadow
It is Death herself
Leading Armmageddon sublime
Dwell, at the brightening gloom
In height
or depth
Horizont in black of the clouds that gather
In madrigal Nightfall
Banded against the throne
Hark... thus
hark
Shadow, caressing shadow
About the darkest of Nights
And hark
Majestic frost in contrast
With summer's noontide
air
Bloom Chaos throughout the breeze
And shadow,
Shadow the darkest of Nights