The winds of unknown can disclose What was left in the shadows And buried in the impenetrable night Where the horror hides his face Cold and dense as the marble The mist across the tombstones Fertile ground to the ritual The tomb smells like whore Beyond the gates of iron Chants of necromancy In a cerement of desolation A corpse lies in deafening silence Whispering morbid spells My fingers pierce the flesh wet Black candles has been lighted The homage has been paid Hear our enchantment call Where there’s no rest Beyond the gates of iron Chants of necromancy In this grave hour The words are pain We became mist We are death Funeral mist Funeral mist The winds of unknown can disclose What was left in the shadows And buried in the impenetrable night Where the horror hides his face Cold and dense as the marble The mist across the tombstones Fertile ground to the ritual The tomb smells like whore Beyond the gates of iron Chants of necromancy In this grave hour The words are pain We became mist We are death Funeral mist Funeral mist Funeral mist Funeral mist