The Night Of The Demon Lord Lyrics - Barathrum

Dread the end of summer 

On the blackest of all nights, 

The feast of samhains waking 

In the mist of pagan rites. 

The sunlight now is waning 

As the undead walk the land. 

Tonight's chaos - no mortal understands... 

The festival of darkness 

Under red october moon: 

The powers of black witchcraft 

In evil winds of ruin: 

Demons ride the autumn sky 

In thunder clouds and rain - 

The gasps of forlorn souls who live again. 

Dare walking this night, ye wanderer, 

Ye life and soul you'll loose! 

When hunted by his jetblack hound, 

You'll surely meet your doom! 

His eyes are burning red like fiery coal, 

His cape - his leathery wings! 

His breath will sear your back like winds from hell