Do you still awake at night and hear his hands

Scratching the floor in front of the door

to where she was torn...



Fearest thou still the moons face

for what stares back



Do you still light the candles

To burn away the Novembers dark



for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these

winter whitened vanes and cemeteries

where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the

snow

like the decayed fingernails of a corpse



Swear fealty to your sanity

It was just few nights ago when you saw 'em

from your window

Swear fealty to your sanity

It was just few moons ago

When they took her from your very home



Lo ! the red moon from te oceans low hazes

Rises in ominous grandeur to view:

from the Stygian warped wombs

They are here to take you...