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From the Mountains of eternal dawn

Like a snake of fog with deadly stench

From the kingdom of unholy scorn

A Parade of hooded ghouls walks in trance

The Caravan of doom

Comes to reap what Life has sown

Unholy night of possession! Tomb procession!

Tomb procession

Tomb procession

Tomb procession

And the pale Moon belights pale faces

the Garden of Cross shaped Stones

Night of necromantic rites

On beds of rotten flesh and bones

The Caravan of doom

Comes to reap what Life has sown

Unholy night of possession! Tomb procession!

Burning torches, casting spells

Blasphemic signs of hell

Resurrection of a banished soul

From the desecrated earthly womb

Another dark soul freed from the tomb

Another one for the caravan of doom