The Night Of The Demon Lord

Dread the end of summer
On the blackest of all nights
The feast of samhains waking
In the mist of pagan rites
The sunlight now is waning
As the undead walk the land
Tonight's chaos, no mortal understands
The festival of darkness

Under red October Moon
The powers of black witchcraft
In evil winds of ruin
Demons ride the autumn sky
In thunder clouds and rain
The gasps of forlorn souls who live again

Dare walking this night, ye wanderer
Ye life and soul you'll loose!
When hunted by his jetblack hound
You'll surely meet your doom!
His eyes are burning red like fiery coal
His cape, his leathery wings!
His breath will sear your back like winds from hell