كلمات Funeral Night And The Immortal Evil

I wield the graveyard visions Locked deep within Spirits of demons Souls of damned In frozen mirror That only shines at night Bearer of blackest dark The voice draw me below Works of one who lurks in shadows Became true in me Mark of satan Under the skin of human Flesh drops from the bones Resurrection, entity of evil Arise amongst the desecrated wooden coffins Weaver of blackest dark The voice draw me below Works of one who lurks in shadows Became true in me Arise amongst the desecrated wooden coffins