1. UNCOFFIN’D

(Instrumental)


2. THE WEREWOLF’S TALE

Once man, now beast, beneath the Lunar sphere
A Spawn of ancient rites, that prospers in pure fear
The night's ancient magic, the forest’s eerie song
A wolven terror howls, towards the moon he’s drawn

A battle within, a constant strife
The human spirit versus the beastly life
Together they sing, in harmony they weep
A lone werewolf's cry pierces the night: A Lycan Decree

In a world of time tested myths and fables of yore,
The werewolf's tale is one that will endure forevermore,
A creature trapped in twilight's art, embrace the dark of night
keening towards the silver orb that grants eternal life


Beneath the argent glow of a regal lunar grace ,
post twilight's hush, dark arts flourish in our shadowed place,
There dwells a creature, part man, part beast, deemed a lycan
Sprightly in caves and castles lest the sun shines on horizons

Fur as dark as the deepest night shrouded in pitch,
Eyes aflame, and fierce with plight, eternally bewitched
Bygone tomes tell of werewolves prowling with silent tread,
the realm of the night, absolutely no sunlight shall be spread


3. IMBIBE

I prowl the night, entranced by vampiric Splendor
Protuberant jugulars a mere husk for the nectar
Rid pathetic kitchens of garlic before I enter
cast a spell to crack all mirrors, eliminate all reflectors
I shan’t been seen by jovial eyes of the sun
Expelled from society, ousted and shunned
Frenzied and fiendish I extract my nutrition
A freak in the night shamelessly bereft of contrition

pray on human lives like a hawk on meadow mice
Fangs thrust in to veins the positioning precise
Supple flesh as juicy as a summer ripened fig
Wooden stakes foiled snapped in two just like a twig

The collar of my shirt soaked through with drool
Jittered with delight as Im searching for my food
Slither in the shadows I giggle like a fool
Drunken with plasmic honey, unconscionably cruel
resent the earthward prise once the sun starts to shine
Cramped in bootless coffins with grotty wooden sides
cannot circumnavigate my all encompassing bloodlust
I savor toothsome nectar while you eat plant matter and bread crumbs (disgusting!)

A splash of holy water has no consequence
I Reject fruitless vegetables wholly zoophagous
Thrive in total Pitch blacker than obsidian
Clinically vampiric a true Sanguinarian

Imbibe!


4. RATS OF BLACK DEATH

Half of Europe, in death's embrace, the throes of a pandemic
Rats overwhelm cities spreading Hemic bacteria, and sepsis
a scuttling throng Spreads the terror of unknown disease
A black shroud draped o'er castle and cot, besieged by infected fleas

Rat’s teeth orange as a carrot
but no carrots could grow, the fields all barren
Malnourishment apparent
A pestilence gone errant

No quinces no cabbage, no mutton no salmon
agrarian collapse digs a deep famine
Cold chains of hunger pains will grip you to your core
destitute of prosperity your family is no more

Rats of black death
Half of Europe dead
Rats of black death
famines endless spread

Rats of black death
3/4ths of Europe dead
Rats of black death
Famines endless spread

Songs of birds replaced by wails of grief
Bulbus nodes render remedies obsolete
The staunchest of priests will question their beliefs
When Confronted with the masses of the recently deceased

Black death’s the ax that chops family trees
Their fur a cloak for death's deceit,
The reaper has not a scythe unsheathed
But beady eyes and a Blameless squeak

From Italy's shores to England's green,
A solemn mournful dirge
In chambers grand and hovels small,
All felt the Reaper's purge
a scuttling throng Spreads the terror of unknown disease
A black shroud draped o'er castle and cot, besieged by infected fleas

Rats of black death
Half of Europe dead
Rats of black death
famines endless spread

Rats of black death
3/4ths of Europe dead
Rats of black death
Famines endless spread


5. NOSTALGIC VAMPIRE MAGIC

Blood's sweet scent on the autumnal breeze,
Moonlit lore of silvered blood whispers through leaves
sanguine spirits free and tragic
Lost in thought Nolstalgick Vampire Magic

Gothic spires touch the skies
Shrouded in mist 'neath moonlit chime
Blood-red roses 'round the gate,
Thorns guard arcanity no light can penetrate

Elegies of the dusk's embrace,
Gossamer wings in silent flight
Across the canvased black of the night
Eldritch fire deep in their gaze
Vampire's kiss, a timeless rite
Magic born from sorrow's seed,

Eventide descends tenebrosity ferments
Their odyssey’s fabric is embroidered with lament
In this realm where night and mystery blend,
The boundaries blur 'twixt crepuscularity’s start and end
moonbeams dance on cloaks of midnight
The stars above, so observant and wise,
Glimmer faintly amongst the velvet skies
With the rhythm of the cosmos so ancient and divine.

Shh! hearken to the call of the crow
gloaming ordains the raven's woe
A Barren heart where love can’t grow
blood will fall as plentiful as december snow

Gothic spires touch the skies
Shrouded in mist 'neath moonlit chime
Blood-red roses 'round the gate,
Thorns guard arcanity no light can penetrate

Elegies of the dusk's embrace,
Gossamer wings in silent flight
Across the canvased black of the night
Eldritch fire deep in their gaze
Vampire's kiss, a timeless rite
Magic born from sorrow's seed,

Eventide descends tenebrosity ferments
Their odyssey’s fabric is embroidered with lament
In this realm where night and mystery blend,
The boundaries blur 'twixt crepuscularity’s start and end
moonbeams dance on cloaks of midnight
The stars above, so observant and wise,
Glimmer faintly amongst the velvet skies
With the rhythm of the cosmos so ancient and divine.


6. THE BEAST OF GÉVAUDAN

A beast stalking the mountains of Southern France
Gobbles up children Innards in its teeth
Terror in the kingdom, 1764
Odious monster finds nutrition in human meat
Agile like a wolf but strong as a bear
Cuts through human flesh as scissors cut a single hair
A bounty on its head placed by King Louis XV,
carve through deployed dragoons with it’s razored sharpened teeth
A tawny beast with stripes, a dark streaked back, it hunts day and night
Tall Stature like a horse coarse wiry fur throat torn out of your corpse

Claws like knives of the finest forged steel,
facultative biped, a devil prowls the fields
Bullets repelled, as if its flesh were of iron,
With the claw of a bear and the jaw of a lion.

Behold! A tail a wolf would envy
Teeth like daggers through the heart of solace
Eyes of flame no hearth could match
And A thick coat draped in obsidian hues
Claws, not merely tools of hunt,
but harbingers of a deepened woe.
In hamlets, hushed voices speak not of love,
But of evil spawned from below

The dread of villages in every home and hall
Fear infects the minds of all those near
No lock or prayer or gun could thwart its evil wrath
Devilish beast sows terror in the fields


7. WAMPYRIC DEPRESSION

Celestial sorrow
I bade the moon farewell
The essence of my life
Sinking behind the hills

Lamentations of solitude
A Vampyric depression
I despise the sun that brings you life
Eternally curse the heavens

Each and every star in the sky represents a craving for blood
A brooding presence ingesting every ounce of your life
Fantastical anti christian personification
A phantasm of night embracing unending darkness

The castle on the hill is where I belong
A being of death bound to flesh
The antithesis of god I only prowl at night
Forever resentful of the sun so bright

1838 my story begins
A tale entrenched in misery
Suffering, endless isolation
Pure ice encrusts my heart
Unholy apathy indifference towards life


8. HALLOWEEN'S FOLLY

Samhainian falsehood
Tawdry and a fraud
Hallows eve a myth
Cloaked in a hoaxed facade

With ancient scorn, we watch forlorn,
As humans mock fang and fear,
We scoff at fright, in moon's pale light,
No masks for us to wear,
No pumpkin's grin, fraud spirit's din,
Can lure the night's true form
No candied sweet or “trick-or-treat”,
Can tempt the ageless kin,

Our solitude
Mocks their candle's flame
Their fleeting joys
Beneath the gibbous moon

Demons of the night
Need no night of jest
Beneath ensilvered light
The egg of night safe in our nest

Beyond their sight
We breathe colder air
The Blood moon's call
True Vampiric despair