evil gods I sleep Their ancient hymns were my dreams But the vast and cold forest beckons So I rose with the funeral moon From my coffin of blackest
by all that we know of ancient Egypt, embraced life and the hope of an eternal afterlife - most ancient Egyptians probably were resigned to do whatever funereal
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal
MOON... GREAT SWORDMASTER RULE! Between the waves of the raging sea echoes of warcries and battle hymns the underworld's armies found their ancient queen the funeral
Crimson King The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants the funeral
Burning are the Angels of the black moonrise Sons of darkness flayed alive Like a funeral star I will assail Death awaits what the Gods unveil Goddess
be the beginning of iron holocaust Evil enters the skies for the return of sodomy Black snow covers the horde of Christ Winterwinds destroy Jehovah's palace Ancient
be the beginning of iron holocaust evil enters the skies for the return of sodomy black snow covers the horde of christ winterwinds destroy jehova's palace ancient
from the East And Mysteries of the Deep I command in Anubis' Names: "Thou shalt arise!" Der Tod kommt auf leisen Schwingen In these ancient Funeral
Leafs are falling, black and lifeless. Wind of autumn, carry them away... far away. Wandering beneath the trees. Dancing with the cold shadows. To the
moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed
the moon and thee "They call as I to thee...." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient
part of an endless journey I'm Satan and Satan is me Finding myself through this experience Wash away all that ever was... My life is a funeral ceremony
and not to think We are born of the ancient race To lead you in total darkness Counts and lords with black blood United under the funeral moon The
keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral march
The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral
Crimson King The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficiant schemes The black queen chants the funeral