Into the Dead Village Lyrics

All the steeples are white
In the wild moonlight
All trees have, a silver snow
Can you see the Vampires Fly

Not a breath of the strange
Strange grey gods of change
Can quicken this hour
From a spectral power

For the village dead
To the moon outspread
Can quicken this hour

All the steeples are white
In the wild moonlight
All trees haves a silver snow
Can you see the Vampires Fly

Not a breath of the strange
Strange grey gods of change
Can quicken this hour,

Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark
Spreads sleep over the cosmic throne
And the leprous spires ascend
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penned
For the hounds of Time to rend