Whilst darkness chases the light away...
As twilight swallows the sun...
I'm struck by the sweet remembrance of all the lives that I shall ever shun
Where shadows are cast amongst the tombs,
where daylight's now long gone - I swear to the pale white grinning moon that this is where I belong
A landscape clad in countless graves, a landscape I call home,
though the lifelessness I'm ought to never be alone
The epitaphs that surounds me has nothing but increased,
so it is with pride I rest with the deceased
In havoc I welcome you all
I'll rise as others fall
The oath of the dead I have sworn, and forever to be the forlorn...
By the distant chimes of funerals, the sound which I adore
Even after ages of burials, I still long for more
Carried by the wings of doom, on sepulchral winds I ride...
Searching every corner... Or wherever life may hide
The soil that withers beneath my feet shall take me all the way to the point where even oblivion will decay
This silent path will bring me to the very threshold of that gate,
that I shall plunge out through with the burning hate...
That will seal your fate
No more shall the sound of heartbeats plague the ground on which I stand,
as I now silence another breath with the touch of my bare hands
And so I'll stalk all known as living, hunt them like a curse...
Until the day all lies cold on the funeral hearse
[6-string shriek: Jens Rydén]
I am he who grasp your souls at night,
harvesting the fields of life with the cold touch of my scythe
I am your final breath... The reaper of your flesh... As in this world I am known as death
In havoc I welcome you all
I'll rise as others fall
The oath of the dead I have sworn, and forever to be the forlorn...
The coffinborn
As twilight swallows the sun...
I'm struck by the sweet remembrance of all the lives that I shall ever shun
Where shadows are cast amongst the tombs,
where daylight's now long gone - I swear to the pale white grinning moon that this is where I belong
A landscape clad in countless graves, a landscape I call home,
though the lifelessness I'm ought to never be alone
The epitaphs that surounds me has nothing but increased,
so it is with pride I rest with the deceased
In havoc I welcome you all
I'll rise as others fall
The oath of the dead I have sworn, and forever to be the forlorn...
By the distant chimes of funerals, the sound which I adore
Even after ages of burials, I still long for more
Carried by the wings of doom, on sepulchral winds I ride...
Searching every corner... Or wherever life may hide
The soil that withers beneath my feet shall take me all the way to the point where even oblivion will decay
This silent path will bring me to the very threshold of that gate,
that I shall plunge out through with the burning hate...
That will seal your fate
No more shall the sound of heartbeats plague the ground on which I stand,
as I now silence another breath with the touch of my bare hands
And so I'll stalk all known as living, hunt them like a curse...
Until the day all lies cold on the funeral hearse
[6-string shriek: Jens Rydén]
I am he who grasp your souls at night,
harvesting the fields of life with the cold touch of my scythe
I am your final breath... The reaper of your flesh... As in this world I am known as death
In havoc I welcome you all
I'll rise as others fall
The oath of the dead I have sworn, and forever to be the forlorn...
The coffinborn