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The hours of midnight

The moment of impure rites

Beneath the ominous sky

and the crimson moon

Sinister shadows descend

Over the burial ground

Where the trees are dying

And the soil is sour

The obscure haze of the funeral

Is floating out from the tomb

Impious darkness settles upon

The burials after midnight

...In the caress

Of the reaping winds

Beyond the eclipse

...Of nightside

The death is near again

And so us the silence

Where the trees are dying

And the ground is sour

A portal to the darkest realms

The tomb awaits

A gateway to the land of shadows

Into deaths embrace

The obscure haze of the funeral

Is floating out from the tomb

Impious darkness settles upon

The burials after midnight