Testo di Her Scythe

Comes from the Other World Mourning voice by transmigration Dark words, astral planes Psychic space and black Crucifixes, burning candles From our minds one mind Doom received by the spirits of dead In cataleptic state Grim Occult Arts in the graveyard Consecrate your blood to Her scythe Soon the tomb will resound of sighs Desperate breaths from Beyond The mist wraps this silent place We're alone in the Dark Black drapes adorn the vault Once used for the funeral rite The corpse is wet with hot goat's blood And now it receives new life Return to life! Return to life! Black shades all around In this field of Dark In the vault the votive lamps Twilight the shrines The necromancer opened the gates Evoked the soul in larval state The crypt's adorned now With ceremonial wreaths The violet stole is for the Quest