Within the hush of silent tombs
A dire mist doth coil and creep
Its venom'd breath condemns our blooms
A plague of woe through night doth seep
Awake, ye harbingers of ill
With blackened hearts, lament the land
A whispered curse we can't fulfill
The lifeless dead at our command
From broken spires to haunted keep
The midnight bells toll doom anew
Unholy rites in shadows deep
We call the lost with anguish true
Awake, ye harbingers of ill
With blackened hearts, lament the land
A whispered curse we can't fulfill
The lifeless dead at our command
In darkness bound, no dawn shall shine
All hope is dust where plagues entwine