A Twilight Serenade

Through utter darkness we roam
 And we breathe the air of this autumn evening.
 So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with ice
 And we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing.
 The perfume to smell is full of enchantment
 A warm secret surrounded by cold.
 And these woods are our own eternity
 Under a starry sky in a dream so old.
 Then, nightfall, enthralled by bloodthirst
 An eternal enigma, yet a hymn to those
 Who passionately roam, cloaked by the nightsky.
 Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh.
 "Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secret
 Riding through the Air she comes
 Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance
 With Lapland Witches, while the labouring Moon
 Eclipses at their charmes."
 Our crimson quickening, whispering through their veins
 Like the funeral winds whisper through the leaves.
 We will hunt them for eternity, our jewels come forth of their fear
 And we drink their spirits like wine, celebrating their misery.
 ...Every night we die in a passionate melancholy...