Funeral Mist - Grave Desecrator

The winds of unknown can disclose

What was left in the shadows

And buried in the impenetrable night

Where the horror hides the face

Cold and dense as the marble

The mist across the tombstones

Fertile ground to the ritual

The tomb smells like whore

Beyond the gates of iron

Chants of necromancy

In a cerement of desolation

A corpse lies in deafening silenc

Whispering morbid spells

My fingers pirce the flesh wet

Black candle has been lighted

The homage has been paid

Hear our enchantment call

Where there’s no rest

Beyond the gates of iron

Chants of necromancy

In this grave hour

The words are pain

We became mist

We are death

Funeral mist

Funeral mist

The winds of unknown can disclose

What was left in the shadows

And buried in the impenetrable night

Where the horror hides the face

Cold and dense as the marble

The mist across the tombstones

Fertile ground to the ritual

The tomb smells like whore

Beyond the gates of iron

Chants of necromancy

In this grave hour

The words are pain

We became mist

We are death

Funeral mist

Funeral mist

Funeral mist

Funeral mist