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Night has fallen, fog ascends,
Graves it covers, end to end.
Woken beneath the earth I lay...
Beneath the moon's bell sway...

I'll raise the dregs to feast on mortals,
Under the moon's blood-curdling chorals...
Dare not tread on that cold ground,
Where moon's chill has all bound...

Wandering under the moon so cold,
Figures rise from the dark's hold.
Fog has cloaked my mind's domain,
Where the moon's bell tolls again...

The fog conceals the stench of rot...
It's time for shadows, the dark's lot.
Devilishly they'll spray the walls,
Under that shroud where the moon's bell calls