A pile of skulls

Tonight is the night

we expected

the dead shall inherit

the lands

A pile of laughing skulls

sing a song of spells

an omen written

in a cipher

The sin-eater's feast

is now served

let me eat the bread

and drink the beer

A black cat's dream

shrouds the widow's plight

stars fade away

leaving the darkest sky

Woe to the living

for they are the prey

under the full moon's light

marches the demise