Night falls over hills and rural plains

Night calls to the sleeping bone remains

Every fourth moon for centuries

Sees the charge of the ghoul wind raid

Midwinter and Walpurgis Night

And at Cimmerian August Shade

Lids creak as the corpses start to barge

Tombs speak in the draught

Of the raider's charge

Unfortunate nights for centuries

As the moon wears cranial shade

Bonfires burn for mercy

To fend off the spectral blade

Godless spirit raiders

Ride the howling wind

Backwood grave invaders

Resume thеir die hard sin

Screeching and yammering

With grins of vengеful might

Ghouls blaze across the sky tonight

Every fourth moon for centuries

Sees the charge of the ghoul wind raid

May-Eve and Midwinter Blot

And at Cimmerian August Shade