On this algid brumal night
She gazed so tenderly at me
With a stark and petrifying glare.
For on this eve of eldritch scare
Her eyes have swallowed all the light,
As she set the shadows to roam free.

The goddess of the dark and grim
She fiercely rules the gloomy murk.
Commanding all the nightly devils,
As in sacrilege and death she revels,
On witching hours drab and dim,
When the crows and ravens chirk.