restless hour lay awake
I sense that there is more
curse of death hangs over me
I can't rest here no more
circle
of five
defying the night
thunderous sound
at the unholy seance
blistered eyes has no disguise
bears witness to my
fate
golden morning helps me thru
but may have come too late
burning up the midnight oil
it has to be complete
early
hour ritual
preform the darkened deeds
roaming thru the old graveyards
I find parts I can use
brush away the blackened
soil
the birth of something new
circle of five
defying the night
thunderous sound
now shaking the ground
night comes
to dawn
born evil spawn
the unholy seance - shall gather again