Morning dew   Covering the blood soaked ground   Rotting corpses lying all around   Where dying screams roamed before   Is now replaced with deathlike silence   Bodies ripped to the core      Ravens gather   For a massive feast   Aiming for the eyes   The soul they hope to capture      Offer grounds - fields of death   Unholy scripts & cryptic Signs   A cult of menace   A menace to life      Nocturnal summoning   Await the sign   Once the target is assassinated   Heading for the offer grounds      Ravens gather      A masqurade of grand infernale   Summoning the serpent   To witness a new massacre      Feasting the flesh   A bitter sweet dream   And no regret   Painted like death   They gather for attack      Blood covered hands   Full moon witnesses   Abuse of the deceased   Carved into their flesh