Crisp Winter Dawn of My Night Moon

Welcome to the crisp winter dawn of my night moon I levitate out of my casket as I greet the moon I cry tears of joy And embrace its nurturing qualities Crisp winter dawn In need of lawn Crisp winter dawn Under my black spell Solemn mysteries of the night Depressed and so cold Crisp winter dawn of my night moon Embrace the darkness So freezing cold Demons of the night a scary sight Creepy crawlers touch you in the night The demons play with your hair while you're in bed You could never run, cause they'll haunt you in your head Wailing spells out from my keep Embrace the moons light The frigid air pierces through flesh Crisp winter dawn of my moon Cresting moon gives me new life Frost on the glass Crisp winter dawn of my night moon Embracing the silence of winter The creatures murmurings of the dark The howling nightmares of the dark wont spare your life Demon demon... don't say it thrice You say it thrice I know they'll take your life

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

I'm the worst vampire from the depths of hell If I look into the shining sun my skin will surely melt I'm the sins of the darkness but I'm scared of light While I venture through the land guided by blood lust candle light The winds speak to me while I search for human blood The only thing I'll ever need, the only thing I've loved I enter in your room and I'm quiet as a mouse Lightning cracks the sky as I crack all the mirrors in your house My castle is so tall that modern skyscrapers are dwarfed I was birthed by spell not born from womb or brought by stork My drink of choice is blood not wine, no bottle or a cork I fantasize of piercing jugulars, on blood I gorge Darkened voyage spills the essence of the night The hairs on the back of my neck stand up I know its time I pierce your neck my fangs are sharper than the sharpest knives The sky turns red the blood moon rise I must take what's mine

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Visited by haunted broom Curse this night you'll meet your doom Bread will spoil mold will bloom The fish goes rancid as hunger grew Witches! Witches! of the night Your spell will keep my candle bright Rub on the ointment then take flight The moon's light will grant you sight My broom! My broom! does not sweep the floor I rub my ointment on its shaft a wicked metaphor Carefully crafted of the finest birch I'm in possession of the most haunted broom on Earth Centuries I'll keep my broom Wood is polished, bristles groomed Weave my shawl on the haunted loom Pointed hat points towards the moon In the night my broom I'll ride No clouds in the sky guided by moon light Herbs and potions medicine Used to awaken skeletons I ride through the night On my haunted broom The forest my shelter I find solace in the gloom

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Count to twelve, candles I need twelve! In the shape of a pentagram to cast ten spells Omen in the sky, the shooting stars fly Cast my spell as sure as dripping wax will dry I'm made of sin, the haunting can begin I creep on through the night and haunt the victim from within A sulfurous presence, made of evil essence A towering ghost of nightmares, I'm demented I curse the holy spirit, reciting spells and curses Inscriptions written cursive, the haunting only worsens Faces on the curtains, as the incense is burning Crucifix induces burning, I'm the exorcist's burden! A sulfurous presence, made of evil essence A towering ghost of nightmares, I'm demented A towering ghost of nightmares!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

A witch does cry in Massachusetts She's terrified of persecution They're chanting for her execution Forlorn damning trauma in the colonies Child ripped from mother causing wailing agony Hidden in the forest casting spells of secrecy Persecution under the rule of a theocracy I am brought to trial, guilty is the verdict Torture is the sentence, Starvation leaves me malnourished The villagers chant "burn her!" I'm waiting for my child I'm whisked away to the town center where They've already started the fire Tears of Satan do fall off my face The burning stake is etched in fate A dying witch in Massachusetts Eternally crying! The fire rises high Encircles flesh and bone My sins are all atoned Thrown into a nameless grave A witch does cry in Massachusetts Shes terrified of persecution They're chanting for her execution

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I'm the keeper of the rats, with a witches' hat Poisoned teeth, trained to attack In my dungeon, I've got ten dozen Poison's potent, will leave you choking Still the keeper of the plague I'm the shepard of the rats Bringer of the plague 10,000 furry rodents poison you I'm the bringer of the plague And I'm here to end your life I'm destined to infect your flesh I'm the keeper of the rats And I'm here to bring the plague that will end your life Creatures of the night bring pestilence And their breath does stink And they're pests to most There's no sliver of hope Your body's thrown into the moat You're engulfed into a sea of rodents Tearing at your throat! I'm the keeper of the rats I bring death to those all across the land I'm the bringer of the plague And I'm here to end your life Keeper of the rats And I'll decimate your entire family There will be no survivors To this horrid plague

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025