Pale Masquerade

The rites of eternal life
Profane, refuse to die
A clandestine, sinister daze
In the knights templar way

Punished by the fool
Mortals without a clue
Burned their eyes, sent straight to hell
Left for the crows

Rotting through centuries
Stone lids removed by ease
Beyond logic known to man
Now darkness unfolds

Written in the dusk
Curses, ensanguined vows
A rotten gallop, the march of doom
The dark army grows

Through the violet mist
Windswept remains of time
Revenge comes riding high
On human blood

Sick with undreamt power
Uncreation eternalised
Soulless, cobwebbed serenades
And it always ends in screams

The black fortress of sorrows
Sad ruins for desires
No hiding from the wretched
Blind usurpers of life

The rites of eternal life
Profane, refuse to die
A clandestine, sinister haze
In the knights templar way

Sick with undreamt power
Uncreation eternalised
Soulless, cob-webbed serenades
And it always ends in screams

Godless, strange practises
Encoffined voyage in the deep
Dark dimensions behind the veil
Of the clandestine dream