Letra de The Weird Of Finistere - Blood Ceremony

The stars, the stars are much maligned
And hidden from the day
At night a darkling fiend
Upon our sleeping village preys
It looms in
From neighb'ring wood
From thickets wan and grey
And from the first
We've known not rest
A single day

At night, at night, a crimson light
Within the manor home
It grows inside with naught to hide
And takes on ghastly form
As pale as death, its face a mask
Of terrors dreamed in flame
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Valet and maid, they would not stay
The lord has flown away
He's flown away

Oh, one by one
Its menace spun
Throughout this shadow bower
Here I remain, though rent in twain
Alone in my last hour
The Weird, the Weird of Finistere
Now here within my home
I fell its stare
And meet its glare
Its shadow my own

The Weird, the Weird of Finistere