In the night of banished souls we rise for centuries longed this sacrifice
Fresh blood brings us back to life, see the gleam in the darkness, feel the knife
Ancient curse, sworn beyond the wicker flames summon the ghost
Procession moves across the fog, the wind brings us a canticle
It's the cold whisper of the dead, disincarnate coven parade
A grim fascination snared in black contrition
Darkness retribution, join the fog's procession
Paths left behind forgotten curse
Doomed souls' toll in your dreams you'll walk along
Trance nocturnal seance to die, phantasms march in ritual line
In the night of witches they will rise from their ancient graves to chase the light
Even though we hide they will entice those who by the coven abide
A funeral wake nocturnal march in the middle of the blackest night
Will you then believe your frozen eyes when they call your name to claim
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In the night of banished souls we rise for centuries longed this sacrifice
Fresh blood brings us back to life, see the gleam in the darkness, feel the knife
Ancient curse, sworn beyond the wicker flames summon the ghost
Procession moves across the fog, the wind brings us a canticle
It's the cold whisper of the dead, disincarnate coven parade
A grim fascination snared in black contrition
Darkness retribution, join the fog's procession
Paths left behind forgotten curse
Doomed souls' toll in your dreams you'll walk along
Trance nocturnal seance to die, phantasms march in ritual line
In the night of witches they will rise from their ancient graves to chase the light
Even though we hide they will entice those who by the coven abide
A funeral wake nocturnal march in the middle of the blackest night
Will you then believe your frozen eyes when they call your name to claim
Fresh blood brings us back to life, see the gleam in the darkness, feel the knife
Ancient curse, sworn beyond the wicker flames summon the ghost
Procession moves across the fog, the wind brings us a canticle
It's the cold whisper of the dead, disincarnate coven parade
A grim fascination snared in black contrition
Darkness retribution, join the fog's procession
Paths left behind forgotten curse
Doomed souls' toll in your dreams you'll walk along
Trance nocturnal seance to die, phantasms march in ritual line
In the night of witches they will rise from their ancient graves to chase the light
Even though we hide they will entice those who by the coven abide
A funeral wake nocturnal march in the middle of the blackest night
Will you then believe your frozen eyes when they call your name to claim
Writer: Jónathan Alcover Martín
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