The fly of the raven leads us from the cursed realm To bring you Fear and endless Disgrace We'll steal the light from your sheltered lairs We dress in funeral drapes, and we predict your Death
The wind blows among these graves and whispers the autumnal dirge The howling wolves attend at the sound of mourning knell In the sign of Evil we proclaim our faith Devoted to the Silent End, evoke the Dead
The Lords of Funerals Are here, tonight You're longing for Darkness? And we'll seize your life
We live hidden from the sun in the mantle of the eternal night We breathe the corpse effluvia from the uncovered graves Our grim and solemn scorn will take you all to Hell Come on, show us your pride and try to face our spell
The Lords of Funerals Are here, tonight You're longing for Darkness? And we'll seize your lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
