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The cemetary shines in the pale light of the cold moon

The ghastly barrow wights float above the dark tomb

Bats circle around the dead threes growing here

A stygian wasteland causing human fear

As midnight strikes the dead rise from their graves

Long forgotten and bloodthirsty shades

Burried in the cold earth for eterrnity were they

Now seek in the darkness for fresh prey

The dead shall devour the living this night

Summoned by an ancient necromantic rite

In the name of their master, the lord of the graves

All who die become eternally his faithful slaves

No priest can banish them from this place

No church with their god and his grace

The darkness they serve forever and beyond

A black plague has poisoned this land

The darkness of the past shall now return

This world in the black flame shall burn

At the feet of the Dark Lord humanity will crawl

The night without end brings the eternal funeral