All Graves Graping Wide Lyrics

Now the hungry lion roars, and the wolf behowls the moon,
whilst the old gravedigger snorts. All with weary task for done.
Now the wasted brands do glow, whilst the screech owl screeching loud. Puts the wretch that lies in woe in remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night, that the graves all gaping wide. Every one lets forth his sprite in the corpse way paths to glide.
And the deamons they do run by the triple hecates team from the presence of the sun following darkness like a dream.
Now the lion roars, the wolf behowls the moon. And the deamons follow the darkness...
The wasted brands do glow, and owl screeches loudly.
And we deamons follow the darkness like a dream!!