LUNA/ECLIPSING 24

Darken the skies,

Darken the moon,

The falling of leaves,

The winter breeze,

The death of chapel soon

Red the fires of war do flame

& blacken up the skies.

We hear the sound,

We hail the night,

The battle comes, prepare our fight

Gone, the sound of soothing

Gone, the grace of light

Darkness,

Black,

We usher in,

The birth of all that’s night

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