Nebelmond

When angels draw the pentagram
And satan says the rosary
When the gates of hell are frozen
And heaven burns eternally.

When day and night become a union
Become a single, gloomy tone
When all of your thoughts wear mourning
It is november - nebelmond.

It is the time when witches dance
Behind the burning clouds the demons wait
To change your wishes into curses
And all is mould and all's decay.

The summer left, the autumn died
And snow's white shrouds will cover soon
The earth and all that now is rotting
Nebelmond - pale misty moon.

Your inner self wants to break free
But it is trapped, no chance to leave
Now panic spreads its gory wings
You're drowned in sorrow, pain and grief.

Grey and damp the world is fading
Behind a haze of frozen tears
The angels draw the pentagram
Nebelmond - time of fear.