fading in moonlight   the darkness of night   across someone's dream   of cruelty and fright   the nomads of somberlain   stalking ignite   the fire that burns   in disdain and delight   a weary man's head   now lays down to rest   directly amidst   a serpent's cold nest      a dark robe of velvet   weaved of despair   the gown of the weak   for the weak ones to wear   the day to rest it   now finally goes   the enemies of order   the holy one's foes   aligning the planets,   constellations appear      to announce the arrival,   the chosen ones here...   basra, in darkness,   the jewel of the night   my somberlain beauty there's   no need to fight   the veil of deceit around   you if flows   my dagger is drawn   now pay what you owe      from far and wide disciples draw nigh   to praise the birth, the coming, the rise      now that the prophecy   has finally come true   the witches of earth   realm brew a strange brew   to poison the lands   and blacken the soil   for the growth   of disaster to bring   chaos and toil