CAST UPON THE SKYLINE

A REFLECTION BROKEN UPON CRESTING WAVES LIT BY THE MOONLIGHT A CHILL ON THE WIND THAT RUNS UP YOUR SPINE PROPHECY ALIVE THE RETURN OF THE MOTH THUNDER HEADS ROLL IN VEIL THE VIEW OF THE SKYLINE OBSCURED BY THE RAIN HIDING HIS SHAPE BIDING HIS TIME CIRCLING ABOVE PROPHETIC INCURSION WHAT ONCE WAS SHALL SOON COME TO BE WITNESS THEE, EYES IN THE MOONLIGHT REIGN FOR ETERNITY FROM THE SHADOWS THE PRESENCE IMMORTAL HAUNTING THE NIGHT HE HAS RETURNED TO GUIDE US TO GRAVES AND VANQUISH THE LIGHT THE ANCIENT CURSE STALKS FROM THE HILLS THIRSTING FOR SOULS SPIRIT OF OLD SPECTRE OF NIGHT RULE ETERNALLY SO SHALL HE BE, HEARKEN THE END AN ANGEL OF DEATH