On this Enchanted Island Strange

The sky had opened up
I should know it had opened for me
Death crawled up from the mountain
And surrounded the echoes of former lives
Words of deceit lie alone
Dead under a deathly orange moon
The angel of darkness carried away the day
And left me alone in the sky
And life had gone to the sky
And every life couldn't be right
Satan's throne is the platform for twilight
And twilight me here
The street was filled with the dead
And echoeing was every word said
They ripped the sky from me
And left me standing alone looking up to the night
But haunt the world I may
Forever the angel of death appear
Endless lifeless tragedy strikes
And the sky opened up for me
"But it was Night that was usher'd in.
By twilight, and the darkness was intense
Strange is the hour, oh wondrous strange
When night from out her Eastern lair emerges
Outspreads her dark impenetrable wings
The stars are on high but the eyes malign
Of evil spirits that rise from above
So may the native creoles think\
And the pale moon, the sorceress of Heaven,
Sheds maliferous effulgence and black light"
Behind each bush a spirit lurks
and tall tree a zombi harbor's
Goblins walk the alleys, zombies haunt the houses
Ghosts and apparitions meet
The wayfarers
The wayfarers
The way