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