Wyrd - The Hounds of the Falls 1. The Hounds Of The Falls In the dying light of the demon moon By the falls of the hounds Their shadows dance in the eerie gloom The damp night air is thick with their howls Ageless voices carried with the winds As darkness creeps upon the falls Countless songs wailed into the night Echoing in the dim moonlight Bodies drowned, spirits alive As ghosts they'll haunt these falls Even the roar of these dark waters Can't hide their nocturnal calls http://rockerek.hu/