1. Lords Of The Funeral

The fly of the raven leads us from the cursed realm
To bring you fear and endless disgrace
We'll steal the light from your sheltered lairs
We dress in funeral drapes, and we predict your death

The wind blows among these graves and whispers the autumnal dirge
The howling wolves attend at the sound of mourning knell
In the sign of evil we proclaim our faith
Devoted to the silent end, evoke the dead

The lords of funerals
Are here, tonight
You're longing for darkness?
And we'll seize your life

We live hidden the sun in the mantle of the eternal night
We breath the corpse effluvia from the uncovered braves
Our grim and solemn scorn will take you all to hell
Come on, show us your pride and try to face our spell

The lords of funerals
Are here, tonight
You're longing for darkness?
And we'll seize your life

2. Hidden In The Graveyard

Profaner of forgotten tombstones, grim keeper of the unburial rites
Evoker of the shadows' plane, obsessed by funerals
Unleash the wrath of corpse from the circle of sacrifice
Black hen decapitation, the enemies of the light arise!

Conceive the transmutation as the proof of incorporeal life
Recall them from the past, celebrate the dark!
Our doom is received in anguish, a curse from the other side
Process of decomposition can't compromise the rite

Won't compromise...

Hear the tunes of the funeral march
Growing fast from the hallowed ground
Offertory of stloen hosts
Receiting prayers in mourning clothes

Necromancy, Necromancy

Now appearing in the seance
Spirits wandering, dancing grim
Our devotion rewarded by answers
Their meaning is still wrapped in the dark
The undead body now breathe the words
Shrilling words of wrath

Necromancy, Necromancy

3. Sinister Gleams

Old battered stones embraced in dark
Reveal the gate to the rite
These feeble lights from rusty lamps
Drives us so far insane
And I feel the eyes of a mourning face
They show me the way to the funeral remains
They'll come for us to curse the life
This silent meeting is recalling the other side

Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress
The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite

The sorcery provides the answers
The necromancy reveals the way
Inside the circle, drawn in the dust
The wizard starts the sacrifice
Stolen incence is burning slow
It's mixed with fumes of virgin blood
And we're not allowed now to make mistakes
Or evil streams will pass through the gate

Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress
The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite

Sinister... Sinister... Arise!

4. Crepusculum

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5. The Gaze Of The Owl

The wind is blowing grim
Inside this dismal churchyard
Its frozen breath creeps through the trees
No signs of life around
No funeral rites from years
It seems the world forgot about here...
And I'm walking down this path
Among these crumbling stones
So old vestiges of a senseless vanity

The Gaze of the Owl...

But while I observe all this
A hint of something evil
Comes from the darkness thrilling me
A sudden hoot alerts me
From the branch of a decayed tree
I know, now I've gone too far
And its curse is over me

The Gaze of the Owl...

6. Her Scythe

Comes from the other world
Mourning voice by transmigration
Dark words, astral planes
Psychic space and black
Crucifixes, burning candles
From our minds one mind
Doom received by the spirits of dead
In cataleptic state

Grim occult arts in the graveyard
Consecrate your blood to her scythe

Soon the tomb will resound of signs
Desperate breaths from beyond
The mist wraps this silent place
We're alone in the dark
Black used for the funeral rite
The corpse is wet with hot goat's blood
And now it receives new life

Return to life! Return to life!

Black shades all around
In this field of dark
In the vault the votive lamps
Twilight the shrines
The necromancer opened the gates
Evoked the soul in larval state
The crypt's adorned now
With ceremonial wreaths
The violet stole is for the quest