Embers rising, a storm is drawing near
Funeral crosses burning, pyres light the night
Twisted carnal flesh, tension fills the air

Creating Order, from the chaos
An exercise, in nothingness
A fear of feeling, a fear of feeling alive (alive)

Primal urges, a devilish circle of power
Ancient chanting, spells, incantations
Incense and prayer, do nothing for you here

Electric charges, pull down power from the moon
The secret spirits, of darkest black intentions
Sacrificed souls of evil cults and sects

Distant dead eyes, staring down the pathway
Names are called out, A crossroads now passed
Their fate to live, as eternally undead