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
My name was written with fire in the place you only can see when your time has come When you walk down in the land of shadows for eternity The demon flies in the blackened starless skies and crawls in the bottomless depths of hell The name which will be a thousand times cursed in eternity Condemned to wander, until it comes to the cruelest snake that crawls The demon flies in the blackened starless skies, and crawls in the bottomless depths of hell
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.
A dream of another existence you wish to die a dream of another world you pray for death to release the soul. One must die to find peace inside, you must get eternal I am a mortal but am I human ? How beautiful life is now when my time has come A human destiny but nothing human inside What will be left of me when I'm dead, there was nothing when I lived
"What you found was eternal death no one will ever miss you"
A face in stone .. decayed by age A man who has returned to tell of his damnation Fears so deep, the mouth open wide The scream died away before dawn of this time The eyes - stares so empty The mouth - screams so silent Tell me ! - what did you see there ? In the darkness - of the past Ancient times legends stories so dark Blackened his sight, now not even the memories are left Back after such a long time the stone is cold as death But what formed it's true fears only the wind is able to tell
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.
Welcome ! To the elder ruins again The wind whispers beside the deep forest Darkness will show us the way "Heic noenum pax" Here is no peace The sky has darkened thirteen as we are collected woeful around a book made of human flesh "De grandaevus antiquus malum tristis arcanas mysteria scriptum" The books bloodwritten pages open "Invoco crentus domini de daemonium" We follow with our white eyes The ceremonial proceeding "Heic noenum pax" Bring us the goat "Rex sacriticulus mortifer" In the circle of stone coffins We are standing with our black robes on holding the bowl with unholy water "Psychomantum et precr exito annos major" "Ferus netandus sacerdos magus. Mortem animalium"
