ASCEND INTO THE NIGHT





Eons passed a deepest sleep in final stage awakened
With every breath that I exhaled and every soul I’d taken
Four hundred years of rotting calm a ghostly image raised
Leading to a path inured the path to end of days

I ascend into the night ‘neath shadow’s cloak, to taste the fright
Soon I have become the blight that mortal men shall know by sight

I cannot find the real true reason death filled season, holy treason
I do not know the real true reason for this curse-ed life

So I reach out with wretched hand and take hold in my grip
The haunting fears of all those near my pale and thirsty lips

And we ascend into the night cross into dark, avoid the light
In winged form as we take flight a howling wolf prepared to bite




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