Beneath the fullmoon Covered in gloomy clouds Obscure funeral spirits Evil shadows on haunted ground Every night they rise again To meet the lords of death again They live on as souls in eternity Forced by Ancient Entity Through the mist I see A circle around gathered souls In the mist I do believe In sacred power of ancient kind Knights of Satan, dead boy's choir Ten or more around a fire Invoking dragons and demons this event They are not the ones that God has sent I heard them whisper... "As you reach the border to the unknown land Or when you are visited by the great lord of darkness Take your time, have in mind and remember This is not supposed to be a comfortable land..."