Ghostly pale in the glow of the trees
Haunted by spirits of the past
Hovering cold mist covering the air
With the cackle of the crones in darkness

A suffocating apparition draws near
Only the semblance of its dark aura present
Its essence can be felt all around
With the eerie moon glowing
Spectral embers flickering the death of night
With the black funeral march procession
Death bell tolls in the witching gloom
The last breath of man, a sigh in the witches death breath

Chanting and schizophrenic screams in anguish
All telepathic visions are opened to the void
This lost spirit dwelling in the forest
Remembers all the pain of life before

Now ready with skeletal hand reaching out
To take my life away
To the distant evil plane of nightmares
I have often reached deep in my subconcious

Maybe a soul as lost as mine will purgate
In the dark forest, with all possession at hand
In the nocturnal glorious nights of melancholy
And the lonely spirits who dwell there

This black apparition which looms in the trees
Outside my rotten hut, a doppelganger of my
Future existence in pain, in loneliness seeking
Through the bushland at one with nature and night