Damn Demons of Despair Lyrics

Over the midnight moorlands cry
From the cypress forest sighing
In the night wind madly flying
Hellish forms with streaming hair

But the stream of time
Swift, die and flowing
Skies that now
Now are dark were beaming
Bold in my heart
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Sees the wicked death
Death fires and fires shining

Once, I think I half remember
From the grey skies of November
All my youth aspiring ember
Evil wings in either beating

But the stream of time
Swift , die and flowing
Skies that now
Now are dark were beaming
Bold in my heart
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Sees the wicked death
Death fires and fires shining