Down by the gates of the graveyard  Covered by cobwebs and dirt  The eerie atmosphere of the dead  It emerges by night    By the winds of funeral  By the winds...    At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves  Arisen from our tombs of stone  We emerge by the winds of funeral  Spreading death and destruction  Brining fear and agony over the mortals  By the call of the winds  The mortals are filled with fear  Hunting for the soon to be dead  We kill with delight    By the winds of funeral  We slay the mortals... destined to die  By the winds of funeral  We crush the servants of light  By the call of the winds    It becomes clear... the message of the dead  By the call of the winds, all life ends    By the winds of funeral  By the winds...    At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves  Arisen from our tombs of stone  We emerge by the winds of funeral  Spreading death and destruction  Brining fear and agony over the mortals  By the call of the winds  The mortals are filled with fear  Hunting for the soon to be dead  Who are screaming for grace