I've seen beyond the darkness A path where shadows dwell Where the faceless brave the river Styx The kindred sound the knell Undead, the progeny Walk the jasmine fields in gloom To know their words and demon songs Is oblivion and doom When the moon runs red at night And the sun blackens the sky The day of the damned will dawn the land With the sound of the raven's cry We are their holy cup To our lords We are their sheep They feed upon our carrion Spoils of the blood they reap Atop the basalt throne He can watch the maiden's weep To quench a thirst of thousand years Dark father now bites deep