In the dying light of the demon moon | |
By the falls of the hounds | |
Their shadows dance in the eerie gloom | |
The damp night air is thick with their howls | |
Ageless voices carried with the winds | |
As darkness creeps upon the falls | |
Countless songs wailed into the night | |
Echoing in the dim moonlight | |
Bodies drowned, spirits alive | |
As ghosts they'll haunt these falls | |
Even the roar of these dark waters | |
Can't hide their nocturnal calls |