A dark moon is rising in the east
Amid crackling peels of thunder
The icy evil of the hateful beast
Squalling tempest rips asunder
Cold shivers of dark, evil tidings
Goosebumps peppering the flesh
Three horsemen pounding ridings
The darkness all souls to enmesh
Madness to madness multiplying
Moments pass each one worse
Heart and soul begin the dying
No turning aside the vile curse
To what ends contest the light?
Endless striving must wear down
Light's exhaustion leaves only night
Lonely graves in the end abound
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