The time is marching on and on,
The Ancient seed awake
with the spirit of the night
Shadows, eternal breed of night
creeping beasts who dwell
Between the line of the living dead
Forsaken, by the human misery
Lurking creatures, thirsty of blood
Drinking from the wine of the undead
From the grave,
waiting for the moonlight
haunted creatures, infamous
The Ancient sickle
Of the world
The Ancient Bells are tolling
For the Burial call
marking the disgrace with an evening melody
The time is marching on and on,
The Ancient seed awake
with the spirit of the night
Night breed older than the man
Crimson terror from the stars
Enslaved by the shift of the shine
of a moonlight ray
suffering eternal punishment
Reborn and die, night by night
Sucking all the blood
from nasty wounds
From the grave,
waiting for the moonlight
haunted creatures, infamous
The Ancient sickle
Of the world
for centuries
for ever
Under the eternal spell
the Moonlight ray is rising
from the darkness of the north.
