Mandibulla - Into The Dead Village

All the steeples are white In the wild moonlight All trees have, a silver snow Can you see the Vampires Fly Not a breath of the strange Strange grey gods of change Can quicken this hour From a spectral power For the village dead To the moon outspread Can quicken this hour All the steeples are white In the wild moonlight All trees haves a silver snow Can you see the Vampires Fly Not a breath of the strange Strange grey gods of change Can quicken this hour, Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark Spreads sleep over the cosmic throne And the leprous spires ascend For new and old alike in the fold Of horror and death are penned For the hounds of Time to rend