Bloodless moon tonight forsakes the dead's last rest Scattered by frozen d**h winds Are the bones of all who died without remembrance Died alone their own special way To pay their sins and god's betrayal Heretic souls, forgotten and banished Dwelling in eternal punishment And rest in the dark on unblessed soil Can never again hold the torches of life And will never reach the eternity's fire Which they are longing for so many aeons Blind are god's eyes and falseness hides behind his face Not able to forgive past sins, but praises himself as your lord Wings unfold in the crimson dusk During thunder defeats darkness silence Storm is coming from the mountain side Came to pray for the dead's last will And louder than the loudest thunder their chants resound That all blood freezes by their sad melodies And mist rises up and all coffins burst Creeping shades arise with the angel's lament Panic is ruling, but it's too late to escape As bony fingers grip for white silk and ripping their sweet bloody skin Coming through the soil with the shadows, creeping evil They arise from graves, legions of the dead To wreck all what is of God Holding high the weapons they were buried with Swords and axes, armors of steel Iron blades cut the angel's flesh Screams of torment calling loud But suffocate shortly after And all voices grow silent As blades cut through their throats Blood and d**h, the dead's only war chant, conquers the grey mist Under moonlight, white and cold they die Suffocate on own holy blood And merciless slayers stalking through the darkness