The rain slowly wets my face  As I pass through the cemetery gates  Shadows licking every move I make  Enshrouding the earth where I walk  The sound... The spinechilling sound  Of owls howling in the night  Yes, they sang for me    For me they chant, speaking in tongues  Preaching for my restless soul  Choirs as if from the abyss itself  A dirge of celestial creeps  Through the night this opus was heard  As a symphony of the dead    [chorus:]  In the glare of the moon    The winds kept embracing me  Filling me with it's decay  As I fixed my eyes on the moonlight tombs  In ruins surrounded in black  These catacombs, these distant graves  Almost seemed to glow  Closing in as they called for me    I bowed in front of the tombstones  I observed their ancient shape  The nocturnal breeze grew stronger  And so did the howling of the owls    I turned around and read the epitaph  And so my blood froze cold as ice  There my name was engraved  I saw it clear, in the glare of the moon    Lurking in the darkest of shadows  Away from the unbearable light  Something was watching and slowly approaching  With eyes of fire and a breath of death itself    Punctured lungs and pierced through the heart  It slit my throat as I gasped for my final breath  Drenched in blood, completely drained  And as I fell to the ground I beheld this creature of the night  But when my soul arose to join the night,  Claws of death pulled it back, in the glare of the moon    [chorus:]  In the glare of the moon    [metal vocals by Jensa Carlsson of persuader:]  In the glare of the moon - I drank the blackest blood  In the glare of the moon - But my eyes remained obscure  In the glare of the moon - The night filled my lungs  In the glare of the moon - And so I was reborn...  ...in the glare of the moon