The Vigil

Blinded by the witching haze of a spectral light
I spiral deep into the shadow lands of the fearsome night
I have become my own prey, my own prey

Carving gravestone epitaphs on nameless tombs
I hold the widow makers scythe, shearing dreams of gravid wombs

My cries, my prey, my absolution
My cries, my prey, my absolution

I see the black wings of hell rising
The for mourners weep and the dead grieve for the dying
Raven claws tear at my eyes
The hangman hums my requiems reprise

I see the black wings of hell
I see the black wings of hell
I see the black wings of hell
I see the black wings of hell