in the gloom in the sublime in the crevice where the death bells chime in the in between where darkness swirls the twilight is the crack between the worlds night bewitching luring host of daunting spectacles at dawn a dance of death there s a wind of disease emanating from a distant mist beware the dancing ones breath beware the witches kiss at the sound of strikes 13 as the feet turn backwards and the air turns to ice spectres appear from the cold from the moon from the sounds of the devil s tune from the blood that the pious condemn in the tomb we become night bewitching luring host of daunting spectacles at dawn a dance of death there s a wind of disease emanating from a distant mist beware the dancing ones breath beware the witches kiss at the sound of strikes 13 as the feet turn backwards and the air turns to ice spectres appear out of womb out of hell out of the worlds of distorted sheels out of the smudge from the serpent s eye a demon breed the trail to the north trought lady she fox s cry