Ghosts Around the Bonethrone

Fall into the blackest abyss, infinite depths of melancholy

Soul, scarred and frozen, cold as ice, black as coal

Winter moon bleeds it's grim light, down upon the castle walls

Inside i sit alone on my bonethrone

Forgotten king from an age long gone by...

In silence i observe, as all sounds fade into the night

Even darkness dims, as the awaited time arrives

Twelve ghosts awaken from their shadows

And dance their possessed dance for the crowd of one

Twelve young women, innocent and fair!

Their beauty immortalized, by my hands in death

Each night at the wolf's hour, they dance for me

So it's been for centuries

And so it shall forever be