There’s a black moon rising,

See it fill the sky.

The time has come again, my friend

One of the family must die!

How long must they suffer

The loss of a child this night?

The dark twin above the house,

Behold that terrible sight.

The curse once again lifts its head,

A generation passed,

Since last its shadow filled their eyes

And around a grave they massed.

Is it dream or nightmare,

A figment now made real?

Can you see the inky moon, my friend?

Or hear the souls it steals?

Pray, then, if you only see

The silvery light you know

That never you see the Black Moon Rising

Or catch its horrid glow.

But if you see the moon I see

Then know your time is short

And know the precious blood we share

Is tainted by la lune d’mort.

For you are one of the family, yes,

I see it in your eyes.

And I?  The undying reason for the curse -

The one you’ll soon despise!