restless hour lay awake

I sense that there is more

curse of death hangs over me

I can't rest here no more



circle of five

defying the night

thunderous sound

at the unholy seance



blistered eyes has no disguise

bears witness to my fate

golden morning helps me thru

but may have come too late



burning up the midnight oil

it has to be complete

early hour ritual

preform the darkened deeds



roaming thru the old graveyards

I find parts I can use

brush away the blackened soil

the birth of something new



circle of five

defying the night

thunderous sound

now shaking the ground

night comes to dawn

born evil spawn

the unholy seance - shall gather again