Ghasts and ghouls, unholy rites
In the shadows, haunting the night
Walking the earth
Out of darkness birthed
Banshee screams echoes through time
In the hollow, hear the bell chime
Spirit voices, horror they sing
Void of life yet among the living
Cold wind blows, chill down your spine
Worlds emerge, both realms combine
Always lurking, near when you sleep
Closer in the gloom they creep
They wake when shadow drapes the light
And walk when memories have ceased
When purpose in life is without meaning
Only the wicked will find peace
Ghasts and ghouls, unholy rites
In the shadows, haunting the night
Banshee screams echoes through time
In the hollow, hear the bell chime
Spirit voices, horror they sing
Void of life yet among the living
Cold wind blows, chill down your spine
Worlds emerge - Evil of the night
