Funeral Mist

The winds of unknown can disclose
What was left in the shadows
And buried in the impenetrable night
Where the horror hides his face

Cold and dense as the marble
The mist across the tombstones
Fertile ground to the ritual
The tomb smells like whore

Beyond the gates of iron
Chants of necromancy

In a cerement of desolation
A corpse lies in deafening silence
Whispering morbid spells
My fingers pierce the flesh wet

Black candles has been lighted
The homage has been paid
Hear our enchantment call
Where there’s no rest

Beyond the gates of iron
Chants of necromancy

In this grave hour
The words are pain
We became mist
We are death

Funeral mist
Funeral mist

The winds of unknown can disclose
What was left in the shadows
And buried in the impenetrable night
Where the horror hides his face

Cold and dense as the marble
The mist across the tombstones
Fertile ground to the ritual
The tomb smells like whore

Beyond the gates of iron
Chants of necromancy

In this grave hour
The words are pain
We became mist
We are death

Funeral mist
Funeral mist
Funeral mist
Funeral mist