Moon is darkened

Shadows crawl beneath the stone,

The bloodline cries, but stands alone.

Cursed by fire, born of night,

We march through hell without the light.

Ash to ash, the has fallen,

The bells of war have all been stolen…

The moon is darkened, no stars to guide,

The silence screams, and angels hide.

This is the hour of the dead undone,

We rise with fangs to face the sun!

Chains are breaking, cold wings howl,

The hunters bleed beneath their cowl.

Torn from tombs, the lost awaken,

Their holy vows now shattered, shaken.

Pray to gods that no longer listen,

We draw the blade, our eyes still glisten…

The moon is darkened, no stars to guide,

The silence screams, and angels hide.

This is the hour of the dead undone,

We rise with fangs to face the sun!

Sorrow feeds the crimson flood,

They sanctify with cursed blood.

No heaven left to burn or save—

We claim the night, we own the grave!

The moon is darkened, the cross has burned,

The tide is turning, the throne’s overturned.

This is the night of vengeance begun,

We rise in fire — we are the sun!