All Graves Gaping Wide

Now the hungry lion roars, and the wolf behowls the moon

Whilst the old gravedigger snorts

All with weary task for done

Now the wasted brands do glow

Whilst the screech owl screeching loud

Puts the wretch that lies in woe in remembrance of a shroud

Now it is the time of night, that the graves all gaping wide

Every one lets forth his sprite in the corpse way paths to glide

And the deamons they do run by the triple hecates team

From the presence of the sun following darkness like a dream

Now the lion roars, the wolf behowls the moon

And the deamons follow the darkness

The wasted brands do glow, and owl screeches loudly

And we deamons follow the darkness like a dream!!