Evils Of The Night

Ghasts and ghouls, unholy rites
In the shadows, haunting the night

Walking the earth
Out of darkness birthed

Banshee screams echoes through time
In the hollow, hear the bell chime
Spirit voices, horror they sing
Void of life yet among the living
Cold wind blows, chill down your spine
Worlds emerge, both realms combine

Always lurking, near when you sleep
Closer in the gloom they creep

They wake when shadow drapes the light
And walk when memories have ceased
When purpose in life is without meaning
Only the wicked will find peace

Ghasts and ghouls, unholy rites
In the shadows, haunting the night
Banshee screams echoes through time
In the hollow, hear the bell chime
Spirit voices, horror they sing
Void of life yet among the living
Cold wind blows, chill down your spine
Worlds emerge - Evil of the night