The rain slowly wets my face

as I pass through the cemetery gates

Shadows licking every move I make

enshrouding the earth where I walk

The sound... The spinechilling sound

of owls howling in the night

Yes, they sang for me



For me they chant, speaking in tongues

Preaching for my restless soul

Choirs as if from the abyss itself

A dirge of celestial creeps

Through the night this opus was heard

as a symphony of the dead



[chorus:]

In the glare of the moon



The winds kept embracing me

Filling me with its decay

As I fixed my eyes on the moonlight tombs

in ruins surrounded in black

These catacombs, these distant graves

almost seemed to glow

Closing in as they called for me



I bowed in front of the tombstones

I observed their ancient shape

The nocturnal breeze grew stronger

and so did the howling of the owls



I turned around and read the epitaph

and so my blood froze cold as ice

There my name was engraved

I saw it clear, in the glare of the moon



Lurking in the darkest of shadows

away from the unbearable light

Something was watching and slowly approaching

With eyes of fire and a breath of death itself



Punctured lungs and pierced through the heart

It slit my throat as I gasped for my final breath

Drenched in blood, completely drained

and as I fell to the ground I beheld this creature of the night

But when my soul arose to join the night,

claws of death pulled it back, in the glare of the moon



[chorus:]

In the glare of the moon



[metal vocals by Jensa Carlsson of persuader:]

In the glare of the moon - I drank the blackest blood

In the glare of the moon - But my eyes remained obscure-acapo