Nebelmond

When angels draw the pentagram

and satan says the rosary,

when the gates of hell are frozen

and heaven burns eternally.

when day and night become a union

become a single ,gloomy tone,

when all of your thoughts wear mourning,

it is november - nebelmond.

It is the time when witches dance,

behind the burning clouds the demons wait

to change your wishes into curses

and all is mould and all's decay.

The summer left, the autumn died

and snow's white shrouds will cover soon

the earth and all that now is rotting,

nebelmond - pale misty moon.

Your inner self wants to break free

but it is trapped, no chance to leave;

now panic spreads its gory wings,

you're drowned in sorrow, pain and grief.

Grey and damp the world is fading

behind a haze of frozen tears,

the angels draw the pentagram,

nebelmond - time of fear.