A burial ground of olde
Lieth waste and forgotten
Beyonde impenetrable woods
With covered Paths untrodden
The olde ones could have remembered
Tales so many centuries olde
That Death had not been conquered
By forces of goodness and lighte
The fools lull unaware
In their sense of securitie
Believing still in fairies that
A day followeth ev'rie nighte
The North wind carries forth
The breath of pestilence
The odour of death
The wolves and rats long hidden
Crawl out of their dreary wombs
Paving the rotten roads with bloode
That their Emperor once will walk
Oh dreamer, can you remember
The Last time the birds did sing?
And when you turned your eyes blinde
As all turned grey that once was green?
The Death Empire On Burial Ground
Hath slept for centuries, but is awakening now
The Ships of the Dead art Setting Sails
Awaiting the Emperor's return
Far away, the sharpened scythe is twinkling
As the Full Moone weareth her palest dress
The weak slaves of the lighte will once again bow
To Him who retaketh his skullthrone
The Coffin Ships leave the harbours again
The Emperor returneth to His land
The Death Empire On Burial Ground...
