The cold funereal fog
Welcome its cold on my feet
The black candles are lit
The infernal tale of the Moon
A lonely spirit
In his grave his darkness
His spells come to life
Haunted all mankind
His dark and gloomy soul
His macabre and blasphemous power
Behind the shadows his power endures
In the dark his body rests
Under a black funeral
The black candles are lit
The infernal tale of the Moon
Behind the shadows his power endures