Ankou And The Death Fire

At dusk, the gates of the netherworld can be opened The Ankou takes shape Tall and gaunt casting shadow Let the wizened skin bring the stench of death Ankou, swathed in a ragged shroud Ankou nigh stalker Smell the air for the living Your cart creeks slowly by Eyes lit with a phantom flame, Ankou the death bringer Sharpen my scythe on human bones Plague and dysentery my companions beside me A appear by the ghostly death fire, won't you come with me?