Every time this year This dark fog will appear Up from the tombs it comes To take one more life that can be near In the middle of Transylvania All natural life has for a long time ago gone It's thin and so beautiful But also so dark and mysterious
Once again the priest is messing May the god bless us all The fog is here again That will complete this funeral From a place empty of life Only dead trees are growing here As it comes from afar Only dead trees are growing here
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain KILL
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain
Winds of war, winds of hate Armageddon, tales from Hell The wage of mayhem, the wage of sin Come and hear, Lucifer sings
Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood, command for war Command for Satan, command for Hell Command for blood Command for Satan Command for you
Visions of that no mornings light ever will come. I'm to old now. The dark is so near, will I ever reach the land beyond This is where we go when we have to die. I've been old since the birth of time.Time buried me in earth centuries ago, I tasted blood. Buried by time and dust. Many years has pasted since the funeral. Missing the blood of human throats so many years, ages ago. I must await, feel my bodies stench. Wanderings out of space. Wandering out of time. A world out of light, death at the end. Only silence can be heard, silence of peoples tears. No one knows my grave. Buried by time and dust.
The bloody history from the past deceased humans now forgotten. An age of legends and fear a time now so discant. Less numbered as they were their lives so primitive and pagan superstitions were a part of the life so unprotected in the dark nights Pagan fears. The past is alive. The past is alive. Woeful people with pale faces staring obsessed at the moon some memories will never go away ant they will forever be here.
