From out of the night is dense The empty city wind is cold A wicked moon is dancing upon my lense With its stretched jaws wide so bold The tale they told are so old Not know how to make sense While above the horizon bent Hazy starry sky's smile did sent A hungry wolf of dread beneath my skin A restless yearning of solace A fruitless quest for rest and peace While flooding songs from within walls Where windy footsteps are thudding And fist is broken and stomping With a whispering voice is weeping At the back of my ear black nails are creeping From the cracks of my tavern Pale dried white but empty eyes are peeking Those eyes are burning coal blazing Then echoed there a tinkled laugh From somewhere at the corner dark Standing such quietly still a shadowy stuff Upon edge of death with a deathly spark With its breath of steam so old Amidst of its dread born arc With its fingers wrinkled and wet Upon my shoulder came and sat With all of its might Whispered into my ear like a mole rat While upon the marvelled floor bright Shivering with a screeching song was I Licking with a tongue splintered and long Upon its back grew wings of a nocturnal bat Its catching claws are sharp and strong With burning eyes are reddish black Came running a strange furled cat From out of its splintered reddish mouth Came echoed the song of an ancient Baphomet And drinking upon floor my melted flesh broth While there was I That world was not my own A caverned mountain from out of the field Told where is hiding the dying sun A burning eye is rising above it With its flames of despair And above the sky it will twist and turn From within the cavern where flesh rots Another burning eye will born