Procession of Ghosts - Dawn of Disease

As the spirits fall from the skies

The congregation proceeds

As the last light dies

We step into the shade of ghosts

Merging with the fallen

Those who find no rest

We hear their whisper calling

Breathe in the night (at last)

Follow us

Into the procession of ghosts

Unite with them

Where the way back to light will be closed

Rising from the skies

The spirits will arise

Revelation of the vagueness

The shade of ghosts embraces us

Merging with the fallen

Those who find no rest

We hear their whisper calling

Breathe in the night at last

Procession of ghosts

Our fate are the lost

Follow us

Into the procession of ghosts

Unite with them

Where the way back to light is now closed

Summon the intangible

Those who find no rest

Unite with the fallen

Become the shade of ghosts

At last