A freezing cold is sending chills down my spine
Don’t know why I’m trembling but something’s threatening in the night
A hundred visions of death are undermining my soul
For they whisper “You’ll never see another sunrise at all”

There is death in the clouds and there is fear in the night
For the dead in their shrouds, they hail the sin's turning flight
And a midnight profound blackly squats over the world
Beware the night at the end of twilight

A swallowing darkness breaks into reality
It brings an icy wind from the verge of insanity
Tonight the valleys are cold as I don’t dare to behold
The grotesque once-human creatures howling dead chants of old

There is death in the clouds and there is fear in the night
For the dead in their shrouds, they hail the sin's turning flight
To no gale of Earth's kind sways the forest of oak
Beware the night at the end of twilight

Howling, moaning
The dead march as daylight is falling

There is death in the clouds and there is fear in the night
For the dead in their shrouds, they hail the sin's turning flight
And a midnight profound blackly squats over the world
Beware tonight at the end of twilight

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