Veils Were Blown The stars grow dim In their places And the moon turns pale Before me Veils are blown Across its flame Demons approach the circumference Of my sanctuary A wind has risen The dark water stirs And they like the dark places best For their god is a lying lord Strange lines appear carved on my door The light from the window Grows increasingly dim At death's door You will find your redemption And there will Always remain a black earth Helvete.