A burial ground of olde
Lieth waste and forgotten
Beyonde impenetrable woods
With covered Paths untrodden

The olde ones could have remembered
Tales so many centuries olde
That Death had not been conquered
By forces of goodness and lighte

The fools lull unaware
In their sense of securitie
Believing still in fairies that
A day followeth ev'rie nighte

The North wind carries forth
The breath of pestilence
The odour of death

The wolves and rats long hidden
Crawl out of their dreary wombs
Paving the rotten roads with bloode
That their Emperor once will walk

Oh dreamer, can you remember
The Last time the birds did sing?
And when you turned your eyes blinde
As all turned grey that once was green?

The Death Empire On Burial Ground
Hath slept for centuries, but is awakening now
The Ships of the Dead art Setting Sails
Awaiting the Emperor's return

Far away, the sharpened scythe is twinkling
As the Full Moone weareth her palest dress
The weak slaves of the lighte will once again bow
To Him who retaketh his skullthrone

The Coffin Ships leave the harbours again
The Emperor returneth to His land

The Death Empire On Burial Ground...