The fly of the raven leads us from the cursed realm
To bring you Fear and endless Disgrace
We'll steal the light from your sheltered lairs
We dress in funeral drapes, and we predict your Death

The wind blows among these graves and whispers the autumnal dirge
The howling wolves attend at the sound of mourning knell
In the sign of Evil we proclaim our faith
Devoted to the Silent End, evoke the Dead

The Lords of Funerals
Are here, tonight
You're longing for Darkness?
And we'll seize your life

We live hidden from the sun in the mantle of the eternal night
We breath the corpse effluvia from the uncovered graves
Our grim and solemn scorn will take you all to Hell
Come on, show us your pride and try to face our spell

The Lords of Funerals
Are here, tonight
You're longing for Darkness?
And we'll seize your life