The Unspoken Ones

Gigantic carvings

Of the Other gods

In the mountainside

Of this waking world

A cold, darkened land

Full of steep black ridges...

Beyond which nothing

Is visible but the sky

Moon is waxing gibbous,

Two nights before it's full

The dreadful carvings glow

Under the moon's old eye

Come night, pitch-black darkenss!

Horns concealed by the shadows...

Howling of the nameless beings

Across the cemetery fields...

Black beings rise again

From their hidden nests..

The ones no one speak of,

The ones no one know

Come night, pitch-black darkenss!

Horns concealed by the shadows...

Howling of the nameless beings

Across the cemetery fields...