On

the

day

of

my

final

sac-

ri-

fice

The

chil-

ling

steel

open

my

veins

Blood

staines

my

skin

Sil-

ver

chalice

must

be

filled

Drin-

king

poi-

soned

blood

I

enter

my

shado-

wed

cof-

fin

Two

goathorns

in

my

hands

raise

and

close

my

eyes

To

re-

ceive

the in-

fer-

nal

hails

From

my

brother

in

land

of

damned

The

how-

ling

wind

blows

in

the

na-

ked

trees

Moon-

lith

fields

are

glo-

wing

in

the

dark

Bel-

ow

me,

the

path

to

the

ce-

me-

tery

Whe-

re

my

spi-

ri-

tual

brothers

take

me

They

halt

the

shadows

of

oak

My

noc-

turnal

funeral

com-

mence

Lying

in

blas-

phemous

sleep

I

am

lowered

down

to

the

pit

A

ra-

ven

sings

my

last

song

As

the

wol-

ves

howl

their

goodbyes

The

fune-

ral

moon

glows

strong-

ly

now

I

am

near-

ly

there

This

night

of

the

late

oc-

to-

ber

Dark-

side

o-

pen

it's

gate

Mor-

bid

souls

wait

for

me

For

sa-

ta-

nic

con-

spi-

racy

Flo-

wers

of

doom

Rising

in

bloom

You

will

see

Our

im-

mor-

ta-

li-

ty!