At nightfalls dreaming of them  Far away lands heathen  At nightfalls dreaming of them  Black nights cults within  At nightfalls the roaming sounds  Of thunder striking down  It's a mystery of thousands of years  The cult of the dead the cult of the misery  At nightfalls dreaming of them  Candles burning every now and then  At nightfalls there the river flows  At nightfalls the river styx glows  It's a mystery of thousands of years  The cult of the dead the cult of the misery