Thirst for vain revenge

I had a little rampage once,
My brain screamed out to burn them all,
Disgusting weak witch,
Who serve the Leonard!
Thirst for revenge until the end,
Now only this is crawling in my head.
I've saddled my horse; I'm going on the road.
The moonshadow hound will come for you,
Now I am the beast that will doom them all.

I’m riding in a dark loneliness,
Through the storm front,
A flash of lightning blinded,
Reflecting off the wet road.

I have arrived, looked around,
The gentle night soaring the town.
The black coven has now begun,
There was delight in the air,
My rage was growing,
The surge of discouragement,
The child is conceived.

I came in here,
Passing through the forest and falls,
located behind of mounting near the town.
Raindrops were gently breaking on my shoulder,
To the sounds of thunder and the noise of leaves,
The time has come to judge the wicked,
I'm sorry, that I showed up without a magic ticket.

Do I know, or do I think?
My image come to your head,
And into your dreams.
Dark, fearsome, and heated.
Way back deep into the brain,
Don't cry, don't shame.
Don't tremble in fear,
When you hear my name again.
I am a beast with gaze ablaze!
With pale dog who will eat,
Your mother womb, with child of flame.

You can't remember where it was.
Sweat oozes from your white skin,
Is this eerie dream over?
Mind are battered by the sound,
Don't look away, see on a town,
From a high tower, on a hill of sound,
The sound of those who pray,
To the moonshadow hound.
Strange place, here tiny monsters roaring,
Here, the beast is in a heart of the hill city.
You can't believe,
Your face is hidden by a cage of fear.

They stole your baby from your womb!

Your weakness knees are playing this,
You're falling to the ground, again the dark.
A gentle noise, the dogs were barking far away,
They run around, don't touch the ground.
And you're here one, I’ll end it all.

When the world is on a fire,
You’re turning to the light,
On your baby funerals pyre,
Leonard's wild child burned on the Cross,
The mother is floating in obscure.
Eyes turn into stones, release control,
She’s breaking through the chasm,
Dark souls tell what they will do,
Skinless hands touch she's nipples,
Impure awareness put the heat on

The soul of a pale body is bound,
Don't to approach or look around,
Lights hover over the statue of the hound,
We're getting her out of town,
The ceremony now will down.

He'll be here soon,
Son goes against his father,
I knew I was another from the others,
Those who now live in the fuss and bother,
To feed the worms and scavengers farther.

Now we listening for a fistful of silence,
And nothing will happen here,
A quiet rumble is heard,
You can make out the words in it

Let there be night,
Come mist eternal,
Can't keep up with the days and nights,
Try to find the light in this endless tide of dark might.

Again the nothingness.