On the day of my final sacrifice    the chilling steel open my veins    Blood stains my skin    Silver chalice must be filled...       Drinking the poisoned blood    I enter my shadowed coffin    Two goathorns in my hands    I raise my arms and close my eyes    to receive the infernal hails    from my brother in the land of the damned       The howling wind blows in the naked trees    Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark    Below me, the path to the cemetary    where my spiritual brother take me       They halt at the shadow of an oak    My nocturnal funeral commence    Laying in my blasphemous sleep    I am lowered down to the pit       A raven sings my last song    as the wolves howl their goodbyes    The funeral moon glows strongly now    for I am nearly there       This night of late October    the darkside opens it's gate    Morbid souls wait for me    For satanic conspiracy       Flowers of doom    Rising in bloom    You will see    Our immortality!