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In the deep hush of restless night,

when tempest shatters

silence with it's light

The spectral Host rides unbound,

an empty tomb is what they found

The phantom hounds bay in the freezing gale

over the earth the grim procession sail.

Whoever gazes on that breathless sky

certainly doesnt hide its cruel might

Through shrieks and chains and ruthless spells

Unthinkable anathemas will make your end

Mad and slain, jester laugh high

Hellequin's conquest

it's the kingdom's sight