one minute till midnight
standing in the snow
the wolves begin to howl
the wind begins to blow
tall trees sway in unison
as nightbirds cry in fear
one minute till midnight
one minute and he'll be here
shadows draped in hooded robes
daggers ready for the kill
flickering flames - intensity grows
to them it's such a thrill
silver blades against white bone
arteries severed to free the blood
into the ground life quickly flows
as one more sacrificial flood
voices chant in mumbling tones
calling for their demon lord
far off haunting sounds of old
the ever faithful loyal horde
one minute till midnight
the festivities have begun
but for YOU the party's over
now don't you wish you hadn't come?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not to be confused with Iron Maiden's 'Two Minutes to Midnight'!