The 13th night creeps in The thick darkness fills the ether This is the moment Sing with us! The legions of the graves Sing with us! The pale king is here Funeral bells open the shells To the gates of seven hells! Come to us father cain And show us the sea of ain In the shadow of the black cross Lord of death. The pale king Let us drink from the river of hades And quench our endless thirst Sing with us! The legions of the graves Sing with us! The pale king is here