Veni spiritus Satanas...Necromantical screamsOnly the mounds are deafBut the glassy eyes behind the wood...Freezin' breeze, last bell is muteAs I run thru night's fogMy feet lurch over the graveHave 'em buried long agoStill awake but without life?Rustling leaves, I sweat in fearI see a shape, no two, no threeHollowed faces, pale and declinedLife is death... or is death life?Soul is strong but flesh is weakLaughin' is frozen and eyes are lumpsSee the graveyard's church but the gates are closedWalls are bleedin', cross gleamin' whiteI've entreated death, he answered meYou entreated death, the answer will come...Debris of faith, even the wisest is badImmortal morals, catched up with timeVault of darkness, filled with hateDeny life, evoke the deadProcession of damnation, expulsion of lightHazardous ways alone in the darkOnly the mounds are deaf...
