Funeral Night And The Immortal Evil

I wield the graveyard visions
Locked deep within
Spirits of demons
Souls of damned
In frozen mirror
That only shines at night

Bearer of blackest dark
The voice draw me below
Works of one who lurks in shadows
Became true in me

Mark of satan
Under the skin of human
Flesh drops from the bones
Resurrection, entity of evil
Arise amongst the desecrated wooden coffins

Weaver of blackest dark
The voice draw me below
Works of one who lurks in shadows
Became true in me

Arise amongst the desecrated wooden coffins