The stars are falling from the sky The moon no longer wains on high It's grown dark and cold For the sun has been sold Darkness reigns The demons run free, they're the few that remain Human life is over The Jinn dance on the clover The lion will eat the lamb The light no longer stands The cloven hoofed one rules this world The one with the horns that curled The Banshee no longer screams Everyones already dead it seems The shadow men walk to and fro With no particular place to go Only the creatures of the night thrive Eating off of the dead one's hide Vampires slowly die With no human blood supply So demons, ghost and Jinn Is all the company the cloved one has with him What a sad creature he has grown to be How he begs for the light to see