In dark domain of bat and owl,
As lonesome hounds at midnight howl,
A sense of deep foreboding falls.

Deep glooming clouds blot out moon's light
And plaintive curlews haunt the night.
From Hell's dank depths the Master calls.

When tortured minds taste restless sleep,
From tangled dreams grim spirits creep.
Then Evil from its black cave crawls...

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