Lyrics:

It's just superstition,
where nobody dies
they comes with the mystery,
and still are surviving

With the time they forgive the uniform
and take other life
they found in the ruins a dark book
about the kingdom of dying

The old castle at midnight
darkest phantoms without graves
it's just a bad tale from the village
or it's a real history there?.

The conscience of evil,
was growing inside
the time it's no passing,
except for an hour

The hour when the dyings take blood
of the eternal life
without the honour of war
they have to survive.

It's the book of a black magician
making plans for them alive
maybe it's not superstition
they exist behind the walls

Blinded horses of the death
around the mountain side
mighty riders of the night,
condemned souls to rise!
it's the time for take the blood,
black soldiers old domain
they exist into the woods
they mission its survive.