A True Age of Darknees

They lurk in the shadow
Awaiting there next awakening
There calling

They are the hunters
We the prey

We are the ones that keep to the light
Awaiting our destruction
The time is coming
A time of darkness
A time of pain

We listen as the leaves rustle
We listen as the flames crackle
Just awaiting the age
An age of darkness

The flames whisper an ever lasting warning
Through the cold silence of the winter
The ice cold winter calls and burns for the war

We each whisper a prayer
We each prey to our masters

For the dark is coming
They will hunt to destroy

We're nothing but the prey

The fires crackle continuously whispering a grave warning
The dead lay in there tombs awaiting judgement
The leaves whistle through the woods
Calling for war and for the age
An age of darkness and an age of destruction

We locked in the light twist turn and writh within our own bodies
we locked in the dead of winter dance within the fires forever whispering
Forever listening for now is the time of the dead

We dance through the fires of life
Through the fires of death
Now we give to them our bodies
We give to them our souls
Now we lay within our tombs
Waiting for that cold dead kiss of the dark

One by one we are taken and one by one we are destroyed
Those who have and want to fight always die in vein
For this force has no heart beat
It holds no life force

I listen as the warnings become more grave
The restlessness of the leaves
The endless crackle of the flames
The ever so constant whispering of the leaves
And finally the ice cold silence as a torturous and traitorous touch of lips and fire engulfs me now we are one