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A REFLECTION BROKEN

UPON CRESTING WAVES

LIT BY THE MOONLIGHT

A CHILL ON THE WIND

THAT RUNS UP YOUR SPINE

PROPHECY ALIVE

THE RETURN OF THE MOTH

THUNDER HEADS ROLL IN

VEIL THE VIEW OF THE SKYLINE

OBSCURED BY THE RAIN

HIDING HIS SHAPE

BIDING HIS TIME

CIRCLING ABOVE

PROPHETIC INCURSION

WHAT ONCE WAS

SHALL SOON COME TO BE

WITNESS THEE,

EYES IN THE MOONLIGHT

REIGN FOR ETERNITY

FROM THE SHADOWS

THE PRESENCE IMMORTAL

HAUNTING THE NIGHT

HE HAS RETURNED

TO GUIDE US TO GRAVES

AND VANQUISH THE LIGHT

THE ANCIENT CURSE

STALKS FROM THE HILLS

THIRSTING FOR SOULS

SPIRIT OF OLD

SPECTRE OF NIGHT

RULE ETERNALLY

SO SHALL HE BE,

HEARKEN THE END

AN ANGEL OF DEATH