An unspoken name carried by cold eastern winds

An ancient bloodline directly derived

From the misery of Cain

Born out of the depths at Nod they are at forsaken kind

By their kiss of onlight they hail the powers of night

Far beyond the grace of Ond they hunt as wanderers Hameless, timeless and emotionless

Their unholy tour keeps you embraced

Until a new warning's rays delight your pale face

They come in legions of raging wind's swell

With absent clutch that titillates and stings

Snatching me of a monstrous voyagings

To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well

Out at what crypt they crawl I cannot tell

But every night I see the rubbery things

Black, burned and slender with membraneous wings

And tails that bear the bifid bark of hell