Spectres

In the gloom, in the sublime
 In the crevice where the death bells chime
 In the in between where darkness swirls
 The twilight is the crack between the worlds
 Night - bewitching, luring
 Host of daunting spectacles
 At dawn - a dance of death
 There's a wind of disease
 Emanating from a distant mist
 Beware the dancing ones' breath
 Beware the witches kiss
 At the sound of strikes 13
 As the feet turn backwards
 And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
 From the cold, from the moon
 From the sounds of the Devil's tune
 From the blood that the pious condemn
 In the tomb we become
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 Night - bewitching, luring
 Host of daunting spectacles
 At dawn - a dance of death
 There's a wind of disease
 Emanating from a distant mist
 Beware the dancing ones' breath
 Beware the witches kiss
 At the sound of strikes 13
 As the feet turn backwards
 And the air turns to ice Spectres appear
 Out of womb, out of hell
 Out of the worlds of distorted sheels
 Out of the smudge from the serpent's eye
 A demon breed, the trail to the north
 Trought lady she-fox's cry