Lletres:
Ancient Black Funeral

the black box to the altar Now raise your hands and do the sign Oh hail Satan, yes hail Satan Lay down your swords, the evil star It's a black funeral

Cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones I'm the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon I'm the branches scratching at the moon

King The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral

. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral

When the Gates have all been opened When the Funerals Never End When Satans Power Paint our Hearts and Satisfies our Souls When Witches Burn the priests When the Ancient

and not to think We are born of the ancient race To lead you in total darkness Counts and lords with black blood United under the funeral moon The

be the beginning of iron holocaust evil enters the skies for the return of sodomy black snow covers the horde of christ winterwinds destroy jehova's palace ancient

the moon and thee They call as I to thee And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded

as they drown in black My sacred doom and nemesis Beneath the burial surface To the final act of the immortal sin I am lead by funeral winds The life