Gatherings In The Forest

When the moon is full we will meet again 
Go down the forest and follow the wind 
One hour before dawn, you should listen real close 
Shut your eyes and you'll hear the moans from below 

Our master speaks with the dead, we are afraid of the fire 
We are afraid of the hole in the ground 

The crypt is open, we can hear the demons chanting 
Join the horde, sell your soul... 
We can feel the presence of an evil spirit 
Shadows in the mist, he lets us know his existence