Unlock then open the gate For we are welcomed here The cold, wet fog is thick Upon this sacred ground Embrace... of the Dead Embrace... of the Dead The cemetery is so dark The candle light is so dim The clouds have swallowed the moon In tongues we chant our hymns The plan 9 of unforgotten souls Spiritual winds guide us into eternity Come forth tonight at the stroke of 12 Dead forces of forgotten misery Upon the stroke of 12 For we are not alone For this knowledge we gain... Incense is carried to... our god The desolate one
stroke, dead, unforgotten, embrace, welcomed