La Criatura Crepescular

In winter's dark shine My skin slips and slides In cool shade dying days The wicked come to play Souls toil and roll As evil seeds grow And I begin to see All the evil inside me Come walk the path Through the forest of the past Come journey, don't delay Something wicked comes this way Forth from the bowels Night calls, wolves howl Foul stench, death's stain A touch of gray Under the moon's blood gaze Demons come to slay Fires burning bright Will lead you to your plight The Earth begins to quake Malicious spirit awake I feel my mind has gone Seduced by the witching song