Morbid Night of Melancholy

“An Ancient Bloodthirst” (May 2006) From the dismal ruins The coffin opens again Creating a cloud of dust The moon lights the tomb In the land of the cold graves The spirit mourns in silence Through countless centuries Evil has returned From the murky shadows Walking through the cold forest Misanthropy fills my eyes Hatred for their life Winter cold inside my veins As the cursed hunt begins To seek the blood of mortals The end of life unneeded… “The Light of Funeral Torches” (May 2006) The funeral torches light my way Through the depressive night Misery haunts the old forest Dead in melancholy starlight The heart beats grow louder As the cold grave calls me forth The cursed steel draws blood Under the watch of the autumn moon The freezing grave calls my name Funeral mist rises from the depths A coffin spirit so void of life Mourning for the souls of the past The time of sorrow’s reign Reflected by grim trees Hope shattered by endless failure Murdered by black memories Fog obscures the watchful owl As the wolves gather below In lonely night the human dies Consumed by the black flames of hell… “Morbid Night of Melancholy” (Jan. 2006) I hate the sun and its glow The toxic rays do burn my flesh I loathe the warmth of this world The human race does sicken me Walking through the forest Beyond the mountain streams Following the light of the moon Obscured by clouds in the dismal sky I seek the realm of ever-cold Near the empty winter throne This kingdom forgotten long ago As scornful light did bathe the land Memories now plague my mind Tearing at my blackened soul I curse the light of their lives Consumed with coldest hatred Walking through the forest Beyond the mountain streams No peace exists for me Comfort lies in the grave This morbid night I return to the coffin Beneath the surface of the earth Shrouded in melancholy