In the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold  A vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained  As I walked across the field I noticed a human circle formation  Standing at the edge of a yet uncovered grave deep in mourn  Buried and forgotten  In the dark and cold  In the moisty ground  Burial at night  Funeral  In the name of the father, the son and the antichrist  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust to reign in death  >From the innermost depths of the open sepulcher  I heard a human cry for life and freedom  Buried and forgotten  In the dark and cold  In the moisty ground  Burial at night  "I was mortal but I am fiend, I was merciless  My teeth shatter as I speak to you  yet it's not with the chilliness of the night  but this hideousness is insufferable"  Buried and forgotten  In the dark and cold  In the moisty ground  Burial at night  That deep, hollow, inhuman voice echoed  Echoed down from the pits of the uncovered grave  The former human voice was now transformed  The former human voice is now the voice of the fiend  Buried and forgotten  In the dark and cold  In the moisty ground  Burial at night  Behold the vast formations of a funeral in the dark  Behold with fear the signs after a nocturnal funeral  Behold the vast formations of a funeral in the dark  Behold with fear the signs after a nocturnal funeral