On a dreary night, with a moon so fair,
The shadows rise in the moonlight clear,
On that eventful dreary night,
The devil stands in plain sight,
The breeze whispers and chants,
Tales of darker lands,
The old birch near heaves and sways,
Growling and grumbling without pause,
And so it happens on that dreary night,
No fear, no form, no existence in sight,
On that gloomy night with deep scarlet sky,
When all in the graves awake they lie,
And call out screaming in want of blood,
Louder and Louder yet they remain unheard,
The dark silhouette of the night drags on,
It's endless veils dragging on to eternity,
And so as the shadows prevail and dash,
The magic of the night turns to ash,
Once again all is hidden from mortal sight,
The sun rises and it's warm and bright
Once again it turns out so,
No mortal form shall ever know,
The absence of light,
The shadows lurking in the night..........