Enter my inmost night
As Pestilence I'll arrive
A plague upon your Christian beliefs
Malignant disease with no redeem
A wolf, feasting on the sheep's
Black as pitch, cold as ice
Traveller of darker paths
Even darkness dims
Welcome despair and pain
This is my hour!
The moon lays hidden
Behind the northern gale
I am the unseen eyes of thunder
The cold, freezing touch of winter's veil
An icy breath of melancholy
Upon your heart, upon your soul.