Child Of The Moon

The scent of the soil fresh after the nights rain

floats through the mausoleum

From his crypt

staggering after centuries of collecting dust and dirt

the devourer of the sun and child of the moon

Cutting the throat of innocence

drinking the sacrament of purity

rituals of blood and flesh

an ancient evil still walks the earth

Forever plagued

he's never fled

from his blackened heart

that is forever dead

Immortal bonds

keep him in earth's cage

cast from heavens grace

he wields a thousand year rage