Hung be the sky

With black

Yield day to night



May the

Presage

Come alive

With pure rage



I



Out of the grim nothingness,

Out of the dismal woods and noxious mists

Into an assemblage of warmth,

Into your house, your room, your wrists



Know, however many doors you

Lock I'll batter down them all

And whatever forces you summon

They can't save your soul



II



Oftentimes it seems to you

Something silently lurks there beyond the light

Well, it's me - I had been forced

To hide myself... until this night



Separating from the air's

cold materiality,

I become a part of your world and

make you a part of my reality



Know, however many candles you light

I'll blow out them all

And whatever forces you summon

They can't save your soul



III



In flesh I'm standing next to you

- a termination of the faith, an end of the creed

This dark shall bring you what you need

Hexifaction guaranteed



When concentration of the fear

Gets overwhelming you'll make a desperate dart

For windows, doors

To save yourself

It's all in vain -

You won't get out



Alive



Before chasing a witch

Check your place in the food chain



As light ruthlessly grows dim

my eyes start to glow bright green

In your rueful life this will be

the last source of light you see