Abysmal Grief
Album • 2013
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 breathe 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
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Profaner of forgotten tombstones, grim keeper of the unburial rites Evoker of the Shadows' plane, obsessed by Funerals Unleash the wrath of corpse from the circle of sacrifice Black hen decapitation, the enemies of the light arise! Conceive the transmigration as the proof of incorporeal life Recall them from the past, celebrate the Dark! Our Doom is received in anguish, a curse from the Other Side Process of decomposition can't compromise the rite Won't compromise... Hear the tunes Of the funeral march Growing fast From the hallowed ground Offertory Of stolen Hosts Receiting prayers In mourning clothes Necromancy, Necromancy Now appearing in the seance Spirits wandering, dancing grim Our devotion rewarded by answers Their meaning is still wrapped in the Dark The undead body now breathes the words Shrilling words of wrath Necromancy, Necromancy
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Old battered stones embraced in Dark Reveal the gate to the rite These feeble lights from rusty lamps Drives us so far insane And I feel the eyes of a mourning face They show me the way to the funeral remains They'll come for us to curse the life This silent meeting is recalling the Other Side Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite This Sorcery provides the answers The Necromancy reveals the way Inside the circle, drawn in the dust The wizard starts the sacrifice Stolen incense is burning slow It's mixed with fumes of virgin blood And we're not allowed now to make mistakes Or evil streams will pass through the gate Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite Sinister... Sinister... Arise!
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
The wind is blowing grim Inside this dismal churchyard Its frozen breath creeps through the trees No signs of life around No funeral rites from years It seems the world forgot about here... And I'm walking down this path Among these crumbling stones So old vestiges of a senseless vanity The Gaze of The Owl... But while I observe all this A hint of something evil Comes from the darkness thrilling me A sudden hoot alerts me From the branch of a decayed tree I know, now I've gone too far And its curse is over me The Gaze of The Owl...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Comes from the Other World Mourning voice by transmigration Dark words, astral planes Psychic space and black Crucifixes, burning candles From our minds one mind Doom received by the spirits of dead In cataleptic state Grim Occult Arts in the graveyard Consecrate your blood to Her scythe Soon the tomb will resound of sighs Desperate breaths from Beyond The mist wraps this silent place We're alone in the Dark Black drapes adorn the vault Once used for the funeral rite The corpse is wet with hot goat's blood And now it receives new life Return to life! Return to life! Black shades all around In this field of Dark In the vault the votive lamps Twilight the shrines The necromancer opened the gates Evoked the soul in larval state The crypt's adorned now With ceremonial wreaths The violet stole is for the Quest
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