Spectral shadows of noble blood awaken from their rest below the light

Wicked flowers regressed to buds open in the European night

Wayfarers on untrodden roads emerging from their sleep in swamp and cave

Highwaymen with heads unbowed return now from the plains beneath the grave

Neamh, mairbh Revenants on the storm

Neamh, mairbh Avengers with no shape or form

Hefaeras from the tombs of Prague floating through thе subterranean maze

Cloakеd in robes of rain and fog they hover upon the water face

Forgotten servants with middling looks rising from the pages of the past

A horde of no-ones leave the books to read from living lips: "I'm aghast!"

Revenants Nightmares afloat in the rain

Revenants Storm of the nocturnal bane

Ascending from their Lethal sleep: dripping specters of the deep