Текст песни Lords Of The Funerals

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 breath 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