In vaults of silent, midnight gloom
A battered tome doth call thy name
Its whispers stir a latent doom
Unveiling truth with tongues of flame
Bow not to fear, the Book of Shadows waits
A curse unleashed by ink and page
Summon the night, unchain the ancient gates
To taste the wrath of endless rage
Each word upon the eldritch leaf
Doth bind the heart to cosmic dread
A fleeting gasp, a soul in grief
As realms of madness stain the thread
Bow not to fear, the Book of Shadows waits
A curse unleashed by ink and page
Summon the night, unchain the ancient gates
To taste the wrath of endless rage
In sorrows deep the shadows swell
Yet knowledge reaps a tale to tell