Crown the Dead

As darkness swells An echo of the lost and damned The chanting grows A symphony of malevolent tongues In the heart of cold, the frostbite thrives And in the stillness, the beast awakes Through twilight's veil A crimson moon ascends so high Fated to rule The sacred shroud will fall in dusk In the shadow's haunt stirs the night Then it fades to blackness bright Beneath the stars (the stars) A ritual of blood begins to rise The ancient rite That calls forth the elder fiends Where whispers wane, the curse revives And in the dark, the pact is sealed