Xasthur - Cursed Be the Memory of Light

Hurry, else Death may spy us here
And quicken the pulse of dawn
Embering flames writhe to life again
The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn

Huntress, draw back the silvered bow
Thy dogs set upon the manger
The enemyy in throes...

Whilst drifting forgs devour
All Hallows witching hour
On this long, dark seance for the soul...