When days are long and souls are dreary,
Night will fall and show its fury.
Voices hushed and specteres crawling,
Days are long and night is falling.
Now the people have all but stilled.
The demon's quest is nearly ful-filled.
When days are long and souls are weary.
Death shall come and claim its query.
Love will die and friendships tire,
Their voices still sounding from the mire.
Cities will rise and time will pass.
Cities will fall but death shall last.
When days are long and souls are crying,
I shall come and watch them dying.
The dead will rise and do they're duty,
Their mangled courpses! Oh What beauty!
Soldiers of evil from beyond the gate,
Are granted parole by reasons of hate.
When days are long and souls are waning,
The army will march with numbers gaining.
I shall lead the masses, teeming,
With eyes of fire, burning, gleaming.
Hellfire burns from the tiniest ember,
Bringing death in all it's splender.
When days are long and souls are captured,
Death shall come and read its ra