Sinister Gleams - Abysmal Grief

Old battered stones embraced in Dark

Reveal the gate to the rite

These feeble lights from rusty lamps

Drives us so far insane

And I feel the eyes of a mourning face

They show me the way to the funeral remains

They’ll come for us to curse the life

This silent meeting is recalling the Other Side

Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress

The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite

This Sorcery provides the answers

The Necromancy reveals the way

Inside the circle, drawn in the dust

The wizard starts the sacrifice

Stolen incense is burning slow

It’s mixed with fumes of virgin blood

And we’re not allowed now to make mistakes

Or evil streams will pass through the gate

Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress

The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite

Sinister… Sinister… Arise!