In the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold A vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained As I walked across the field I noticed a human circle formation Standing at the edge of a yet uncovered grave deep in mourn [ch.:] Buried and forgotten In the dark and cold In the moisty ground Burial at night Funeral In the name of the father, the son and the antichrist Ashes to ashes and dust to dust to reign in death From the innermost depths of the open sepulcher I heard a human cry for life and freedom [ch.] "I was mortal but I am fiend, I was merciless My teeth shatter as I speak to you yet it's not with the chilliness of the night but this hideousness is insufferable" [ch.] That deep, hollow, inhuman voice echoed Echoed down from the pits of the uncovered grave The former human voice was now transformed The former human voice is now the voice of the fiend [ch.] [bridge:] Behold the vast formations of a funeral in the dark Behold with fear the signs after a nocturnal funeral [repeat bridg]
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