beneath The Fullmoon covered In Gloomy Clouds obscure Funeral Spirits evil Shadows On Haunted Ground
every Night They Rise Again to Meet The Lords Of Death Again they Live On As Souls In Eternity forced By An Ancient Entity
through The Mist I See a Circle Around The Gathered Souls in The Mist I Do Belive in Sacred Power Of Ancient Kind
knights Of Satan, Dead Boys Choir ten Ore More Around A Fire invoking Dragons And Demons This Event they Are Not The Ones That God Has Sent
i Heard Them Whisper...
'as You Reach The Border To The Unknown Land, or When You Are Visited By The Great Lords Of Darkness... take Your Time, Have In Mind And Remember... this Is Not Supposed To Be A Comfortable Land...'
every Night They Rise Again to Meet The Lords Of Death Again they Live On As Souls In Eternity forced By An Ancient Entity