Procession of the Dead Lyrics

As the final rays of sunlight decease
Men looking up with fears towards the coming dead of night
Angst of good living, essential part of decent life
Gifted with insight are some of them

The drums of the night
Call them to ride
Heaven´s on fire
Died with no light

He, who was born under the starlight, he can heal
She, who rides with the heathen goddess, she can foresee
By storm they rode on equinox - by storm they rode on winter solstice
Fire of the damned, the sign of death

The sky opened up at nights when spirits walk
This world and the one beyond

A duty of the living, a duty for the dead
Dark demonic powers awaken inside

The drums of the night
Call them to ride
Heavens on fire
Died with no light

The black riders on the storm, the dead souls of punishment and vengeance
Without concern for the paths they had come, they rode on
Ghostly flock of dark, riding through the night
Wild rage and wine - the punishment is done

Sadness and sorrow
Music and noise
Cryptical light
Marching out of time

Where do they come from, where do they go?
The lurking shadows, visitors from the unknown
Through our land and our time, bringing the dark light