Cult Of The Dead

Through the forest I've heard weird noises
Screams of agony, coming right out from hell
Now begins a good story to tell
Skulls by the ground, screeches and fresh meat for the devilish black hounds

I've followed the dark path
Under the bloody Moon
Black coats and ritual knives
Thirteen candles around the altar
And the smell of rottin' corpses

The fire is burning
By the light of the darkest night
They are rising again, back to life
Time to bring the pain
You turn to black
It's the cult of the dead
Cult of the dead

Rise from the shadows
Dust and bones for mass destruction
No remorse, now you meet your damnation
Death is knockin' on your door
Soon you'll be bleeding on the floor

I've followed the dark path
Under the bloody Moon
Black coats and ritual knives
Thirteen candles around the altar
And the smell of rottin' corpses

The fire is burning
By the light of the darkest night
They are rising again, back to life
Time to bring the pain
You turn to black
It's the cult of the dead
Cult of the dead
Cult of the dead

Meet your destiny
And turn to dust