A Curse in Disguise Full

A time will come when the sun won't rise And it will be dark And it will be cold The time will come for the end of light And there will be famine And there will be death A time will come when no colours will be And everything's black And chaos return

The moon is full and high The hooded figures are walking One by one, at the crest of the hill No wind is blowing tonight The nightbirds are mute The robed ones are now descending With torches in hand, down the kluf The leafs of the trees are freezed