Beneath the fullmoon  Covered in gloomy clouds  Obscure funeral spirits  Evil shadows on haunted ground    Every night they rise again  To meet the lords of death again  They live on as souls in eternity  Forced by Ancient Entity    Through the mist I see  A circle around gathered souls  In the mist I do believe  In sacred power of ancient kind    Knights of Satan, dead boy's choir  Ten or more around a fire  Invoking dragons and demons this event  They are not the ones that God has sent    I heard them whisper...    "As you reach the border to the unknown land  Or when you are visited by the great lord of darkness  Take your time, have in mind and remember  This is not supposed to be a comfortable land..."