Under A Funeral Moon

On the day of my final sacrifice
The chilling steel open my veins
Blood staines my skin
Silver chalice must be filled 

Drinking the poisoned blood
I enter my shadowed coffin
Two goathorns in my hands
I raise my arms and close my eyes
To receive the infernal hails
From my brother in the land of the damned 

The howling wind blows in the naked trees
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
Below me, the path to the cemetary
Where my spiritual brothers take me 

They halt at the shadows of an oak
My nocturnal funeral commence
Lying in my blasphemous sleep
I am lowered down to the pit 

raven sings my last song
As the wolves howl their goodbyes
The funeral moon glows strongly now
For I am nearly there 

This night of late october
The darkside open it's gate 
Morbid souls wait for me
– For satanic conspiracy 

Flowers of doom
Rising in bloom
You will see
Our immortality!