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Storming down from the hills

With an infernal speed

Their only aim is to quench their satanic greed

Carried by horses, nothing more than carrions

Spreading mayhem and terror,

The wind will carry us

Crypts of the black

At night, the crypts of the black are opened wide

From their sulphur graveyard,

They ride into the night

Nothing can stop such primitive

(and blackened) power

Hear the chanting at this hellish hour

Crypts of the black

There you can see them,

Emerging from the mist

Their eyes are glowing,

Fiery and intense

The weapons are rusty (and bloodstained),

Forged in eternal fire

No lives will be spared,

So hide your precious desires

This curse started some centuries ago

The knightly order sealed a bloody pact

Trading their souls for eternal life

A power to have for which many strive

Endless in time, summoning the dead

Empty shells, carried by the night

Their only need is to destroy the human race

As vultures, they prey on flesh and blood

No emotions allowed, just a ghastly stare

As they take the lives to satisfy their thirst

Some may wonder if this curse will stop

If the crypts of the black will closed at dark

But the answer is simple

As long as there'll be humans

The black will rise from the crypts, to emerge

And slay until they're all dead