nocturnal funeral

in the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold

a vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained

as i walked across the field i noticed a human circle formation

standing at the edge of a yet uncovered grave deep in mourn

buried and forgotten

in the dark and cold

in the moisty ground

burial at night

funeral

in the name of the father

the son and the antichrist

ashes to ashes and dust to dust to reign in death

from the innermost depths of the open sepulcher

i heard a human cry for life and freedom

buried and forgotten

in the dark and cold

in the moisty ground

burial at night

funeral

i was mortal but i am fiend