At sinister places we stand

in a circle all dressed in black

now evoking the damned

doing the dance of death

drunk as we are

by the poisoned cup of Bacchus

Aspell was cast

and the dead were now among us

in visa deo luna laborat

I shall fear the light now

the sunrise I forgot

Noctivagus forever

and by day in my coffin I shall rest

binded to eachother

Aegrimonia in aevum nectae

Call up the hidden ones

wandering in between

as yesterday becomes tomorrow

so shall I become unseen

the thick red blood

I shall gain

The lifeless walk

Am I mundane

as I enfold my theeth

slowly around her neck

the devouring of the week

in cryptic times, and then...

Fear me not my love

for the wolves are among

them shadows shall clasp

the hidden-hunger tomb

dusk upon the black rod

Ancient velvet covers the face

of the evening wine-red fog

shall I ever enter grace

Coroner in stigmata

the damnation of the soul

deserted forests lyrica

and yet, who wanders in solitude