Down by the gates of the graveyard

Covered by cobwebs and dirt

The eerie atmosphere of the dead

It emerges by night



By the winds of funeral

By the winds...



At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves

Arisen from our tombs of stone

We emerge by the winds of funeral

Spreading death and destruction

Brining fear and agony over the mortals

By the call of the winds

The mortals are filled with fear

Hunting for the soon to be dead

We kill with delight



By the winds of funeral

We slay the mortals... destined to die

By the winds of funeral

We crush the servants of light

By the call of the winds



It becomes clear... the message of the dead

By the call of the winds, all life ends



By the winds of funeral

By the winds...



At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves

Arisen from our tombs of stone

We emerge by the winds of funeral

Spreading death and destruction

Brining fear and agony over the mortals

By the call of the winds

The mortals are filled with fear

Hunting for the soon to be dead

Who are screaming for grace