Under the Nightsky - Mist

Secretive the clouds turn red

Unforseen the sky has bled

Golden dust rolls in the wind

As silver moon to sky is pinned

Oh the Mist it follows me

A kiss of dark Melancholy

Oh the mist of nightly Ghouls

In it dance the victims' Souls

Under The Night Sky you will Bleed

And the Mist on your Soul will feast

Blinded by the silky Fog

As spirits sing their Black Magic song

Oh the Mist it follows me

A kiss of dark Melancholy

Oh the mist of nightly Ghouls

In it dance the victims' Souls

Darkened Fog falls over land

Sounds of life now are banned

Cold and damp I feel my skin

Poison mist is sinking in