Misfortune

Motionless is the corpse in the grave But flames from the ground seem to come out In the churchyard tonight magic lights I can see the spirits of the Dead wandering quiet... Occult art practised under the great light To evoke the force trapped underground Come to us, come to us Arise! Come to us tonight! I feel a presence Obscure eyes Watching me I'm scared by new life Ignis fatuus Ignis fatuus "In the chapel a portion of the marble floor had been torn up, for it was desired to touch the naked earth with the bare feet, and draw her powers directly up from their volcanic stratum. In this sulphur the magick circle had been drawn with a two-pointed stick, and the grooves thus made had been filled with charcoal powder. It was not a true circle, no figure of sanctity and perfection might enter in that accursed rite..."

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Lost among a thousand of grey solemn tombs Find shelter through the field of corpses now exhumed Smell the earth, witness of this slow return to life Our existence ruins down into these graves Cadaver Devotion Failure through damnation Grimness breaths that make them crawl Celebrate this great tragedy By evoking desperate souls Walk the way without lights Mourning clothes for the Quest Touch the corpse, feel its charm Prepare the rite... Cadaver Devotion

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Tonight the moon no longer shines The Dark invades the graveyard Eagerly I walk the path That leads me into the Crypt The votive lamps are flickering Casting shadows all around I graze the slabs and try to hear The rustling from inside Hail! Hail! Sorrow hail! Keeper of this garden The smell of dead which fills the air Exalts your mournful realm I leave the place of light and sun Where people fear the gloom And silently I celebrate The World beyond the tomb Into the Crypt... Crypt of Horror Nothing seems to dwell this side A so material silence But the damp way of spirits' come Is far from being so dumb I reached a place I didn't know Whose light comes from their past lives The exciting vibes of ancient spells Reveal the art practised Into the Crypt... Crypt of Horror

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Qui excubias funeris observant, cum timore et tremore et reverentia hoc faciant, nullus ibi praesumat joca et saltationes facere quae pagani diabolo docente adinvenerunt. Est tamen aliguis qui supra mortuum nocturnis horis carmini diabolica cantaret, et biberet et manducaret ibi, quasi de eius Morte gratuletur. Initum calamitatis invocat, et adventus vermis.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The cold embrace of Death Reveals us the Gate We're entering the Reign of Gloom Through the violet veil But the ones who still lie dead Know the way to come back They're waiting for the black moon night In their charming graves The closing sound of the grim bell's toll Scans the gait of the funeral march They proceed slowly towards us With outstretched cold arms Our existence can turn at last To an eternal All Soul's Day Whispering they'll return to life While our goal in life is Death!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025