Anguish

over and over with the demon's dance,
soon there'll be regreat of the calling
and there's going to be rivers running red with blood-boiling rage
upon a bed of frenzy with torrenting anger.
shattered wights, dwelling on past emotions of grief and despair,
waging wars of remorse
and, as the haze lifts,
the tomorrow harrowing doom will impale us fools!
this ravaging death will loom over our heads:
gloom and shadow will be the birth of the nightmare,
and we shall bow down with fear of evoking dark remains and grim memoires...