The rain slowly wets my face as 
I pass through the cemetery gates 
Shadows licking every move 
I make enshrouding the earth where 
I walk The sound... 
The spinechilling sound of owls howling in the night 
Yes, they sang for me 
For me they chant, speaking in tongues 
Preaching for my restless soul 
Choirs as if from the abyss itself 
A dirge of celestial creeps 
Through the night this opus was heard as a symphony of the dead [chorus:] 
In the glare of the moon 
The winds kept embracing me 
Filling me with its decay 
As I fixed my eyes on the moonlight tombs in ruins surrounded in black 
These catacombs, these distant graves almost seemed to glow 
Closing in as they called for me 
I bowed in front of the tombstones 
I observed their ancient shape 
The nocturnal breeze grew stronger and so did the howling of the owls 
I turned around and read the epitaph and so my blood froze cold as ice 
There my name was engraved 
I saw it clear, in the glare of the moon 
Lurking in the darkest of shadows away from the unbearable light 
Something was watching and slowly approaching 
With eyes of fire and a breath of death itself 
Punctured lungs and pierced through the heart 
It slit my throat as 
I gasped for my final breath 
Drenched in blood, completely drained and as 
I fell to the ground 
I beheld this creature of the night 
But when my soul arose to join the night, claws of death pulled it back, in the glare of the moon [chorus:] 
In the glare of the moon [metal vocals by Jensa Carlsson of persuader:] 
In the glare of the moon - 
I drank the blackest blood 
In the glare of the moon - 
But my eyes remained obscure 
In the glare of the moon - 
The night filled my lungs 
In the glare of the moon - 
And so I was reborn... ...in the glare of the moon