Thirteen gather on a moonless night The morning star is burning bright Doom-mantia Followers, they sing and dance The pipes of Pan have weaved a trance Dressed in black, no turning back Dressed in black, no turning back Doom-mantia
Thirteen gather on a moonless night The morning star is burning bright Doom-mantia Followers, they sing and dance The pipes of Pan have weaved a trance Dressed in black, no turning back Dressed in black, no turning back Doom-mantia