Desolate Funeral Chant
Inquisition
Wraith Oh! Cryptic One I see - black The veiled one chanting near Bray high songs of death, call tombs where they hide Sad dark hymns in the air, black - the covered one roaming near Winds chant songs of death, graves deep, open wide I roam through somber woods, death, the shadow one in the mist Wings flock to my crypt, I fly to my throne