Cursed Be the Memory of Light کے بول

Hurry, else Death may spy us here And quicken the pulse of dawn Embering flames writhe to life again The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back the silvered bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemyy in throes... Whilst drifting forgs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul...