Morning dew

Covering the blood soaked ground

Rotting corpses lying all around

Where dying screams roamed before

Is now replaced with deathlike silence

Bodies ripped to the core



Ravens gather on the sky

For a massive feast

Aiming for the eyes

The soul they hope to capture



Offer grounds – fields of death

Unholy scripts & cryptic Signs

A cult of menace

A menace to life



Nocturnal summoning

Await the sign

Once the target is assassinated

Heading for the offer grounds



A masqurade of grand infernale

Summoning the serpent

To witness a new massacre



Feasting the flesh

A bitter sweet dream

And no regret

Painted like death

They gather for attack



Blood covered hands

Full moon witnesses

Abuse of the deceased

Carved into their flesh