Wind runs over a silver shore
Whispering age-old lore
Granite towers over the land
A shining landmark on the sand

A swarm of bats flies overhead
Instilling in all a sense of dread

From the grave he rises
The King of the Night
From the forest rises
A threatening howl
The prophecy will be fulfilled tonight

A beast and a king
On the silver shore
Creatures of long-lost lore
Teeth and claws and a sword
Prepared to settle the score

Old scars renewed
The sky’s darkened hue
Reflects the battle below
A war between two
The beast and the king

The beast claws and bites
And the king fights him off
A back-and-forth action, like the ticking of a clock

The pendulum swings
The black bird sings
The song of demise
The king closes his eyes
Can’t tell himself lies
The beast is too strong
It’s time to move on

The king turns his back
Drops his sword in the sand
And the beast raises a hand
Claws shimmer in moon light
Suddenly glistening with red
And the King of the Night
Finally falls down.