[words: It ; tunes: Night]



Listen to the old owl who's shrieking as the final bellman Nature seems

dead and wicked dreams abuse Thou sure and firm set earth hear not

my steps which way they walk For fear thy very stones prate of my

whereabouts Stars hide your fires let not light see my desires For they

are black and deep as death itself I have murdered sleep and therefore

shall sleep no more Never again shall sun that 'morrow see



The sentinel of the night He's haunting me forever

The eternal walk The endless pain and suffering



Forever hunting me in the night The eternal darkness

Endless misery Witchcraft celebrates Pale Elishias offerings and

wither'd murder Alarmed by his sentinel the wolf Whose howls his

watch My beloved mistress in crime now your hands are red as mine It's

a filthy witness of our crimes Come thick mist and pull thee in the

dankest smoke of hell Let not my knife seen wound it made



My miserable which way shall I fly infinite wrath and despair Which

way I fly is hell myself am hell And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still

threatening to devour me opens wide To which the hell I suffer seems a

heaven How art thou lost how on a sudden lost Defaced deflowered and

now to death devote Is it the nights predominance or the days shame That

darkness does the face of earth entomb When living light should kiss it