The Vigil

Blinded by the witching haze of a spectral light

I spiral deep into the shadow lands of the fearsome night

I have become my own prey... My own prey

Carving gravestone epitaphs on nameless tombs

I hold the widow makers scythe, shearing dreams of gravid wombs

My cries, my prey, my absolution

My cries, my prey, my absolution

I see the black wings of hell rising

The for mourners weep and the dead grieve for the dying

Raven claws tear at my eyes

The hangman hums my requiems reprise

I see the black wings of hell...

I see the black wings of hell...

I see the black wings of hell...

I see the black wings of hell