Night falls over hills and rural plains
Night calls to the sleeping bone remains
Every fourth moon for centuries
Sees the charge of the ghoul wind raid
Midwinter and Walpurgis Night
And at Cimmerian August Shade
Lids creak as the corpses start to barge
Tombs speak in the draught
Of the raider's charge
Unfortunate nights for centuries
As the moon wears cranial shade
Bonfires burn for mercy
To fend off the spectral blade
Godless spirit raiders
Ride the howling wind
Backwood grave invaders
Resume their die hard sin
Screeching and yammering
With grins of vengeful might
Ghouls blaze across the sky tonight
Every fourth moon for centuries
Sees the charge of the ghoul wind raid
May-Eve and Midwinter Blot
And at Cimmerian August Shade
