1Barathrum

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