Under a Funeral Moon

On the day of my final sacrifice

The chilling steel open my veins

Blood stains my skin

Silver chalice must be filled

Drinking the poisoned blood

I enter my shadowed coffin

Two goat horns 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 cemetery

Where my spiritual brothers take me

They halt at the shadows of an oak

My nocturnal funeral commence

Laying in my blasphemous sleep

I am lowered down to the pit

A 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 dark side open its gate

Morbid souls wait for me

For satanic conspiracy

Flowers of doom

Rising in bloom

You will see

Our immortality