Through the forest I've heard weird noises Screams of agony, coming right out from hell Now begins a good story to tell Skulls by the ground, screeches and fresh meat for the devilish black hounds I've followed the dark path Under the bloody Moon Black coats and ritual knives Thirteen candles around the altar And the smell of rottin' corpses The fire is burning By the light of the darkest night They are rising again, back to life Time to bring the pain You turn to black It's the cult of the dead Cult of the dead Rise from the shadows Dust and bones for mass destruction No remorse, now you meet your damnation Death is knockin' on your door Soon you'll be bleeding on the floor I've followed the dark path Under the bloody Moon Black coats and ritual knives Thirteen candles around the altar And the smell of rottin' corpses The fire is burning By the light of the darkest night They are rising again, back to life Time to bring the pain You turn to black It's the cult of the dead Cult of the dead Cult of the dead Meet your destiny And turn to dust