Gigantic carvings Of the Other gods In the mountainside Of this waking world A cold, darkened land Full of steep black ridges... Beyond which nothing Is visible but the sky Moon is waxing gibbous, Two nights before it's full The dreadful carvings glow Under the moon's old eye Come night, pitch-black darkenss! Horns concealed by the shadows... Howling of the nameless beings Across the cemetery fields... Black beings rise again From their hidden nests. The ones no one speak of, The ones no one know Come night, pitch-black darkenss! Horns concealed by the shadows... Howling of the nameless beings Across the cemetery fields...