Lords of The Funerals - Abysmal Grief

The fly of the raven leads us from the cursed realm

To bring you fear and endless disgrace

We’ll steal the light from your sheltered lairs

We dress in funeral drapes, and we predict your death

The wind blows among these graves and whispers the autumnal dirge

The howling wolves attend at the sound of mourning knell

In the sign of evil we proclaim our faith

Devoted to the silent end, evoke the dead

The lords of funerals

Are here, tonight

You’re longing for darkness?

And we’ll seize your life

We live hidden from the sun in the mantle of the eternal night

We breathe the corpse effluvia from the uncovered graves

Our grim and solemn scorn will take you all to Hell

Come on, show us your pride and try to face our spell

The lords of funerals

Are here, tonight

You’re longing for darkness?

And we’ll seize your life