The Lord of Death and Midnight Lyrics

Behold the scorched carrion which illuminates graves,
sulphurous, nebulous ghosts.
A beacon to follow on cold winter nights,
in dreams I traverse this death maze.
The mountains are endless, the forest is black,
the devil's song on the wind.
Eternally longing to embrace spectral realms,
My funeral awaits me at dawn.

Join the deathly Sabbath as the first born is led.
To the stone circle in this land of the dead.
The coffins lay strewn, their treasures laid bare,
Skeletons dance to the waltz of the dead.
The screaming, the howling from marble lined tombs,
The rebirth of evil in hollow earth wombs,
For horrors contained in this abyss of black souls,
Is naught compared to the sins of mankind.

See the churches laid low, the smouldering ruins around my feet.

Join the wretched Sabbath as the first born is led.
To the black altar in the land of the dead.
The bodies lay strewn, their secrets laid bare,
The devil he waits with temptation so fair.
The screaming, the howling from coffin lined tombs,
The rebirth of devilry in hollow earth wombs,
For horrors contained in this abyss of black souls,
Is naught compared to the sins of mankind.

Come see the art which aeons hath wrought.
Mouldering crypts in Transylvanian halls.