A haunting darkness,
creeps over the land
The moonlight fades,
as the shadows expand
The air is thick
with the stench of death
As bones and grime
pave the path to our last breath

The air is thick
with the stench of death
As bones and grime
pave the path to our last breath

Into the arms
of the abyss we fall
As we heed the Reaper's call
The choir of the damned
echoes in our ears
As we march towards
our darkest fears

We march through the ruins,
where the dead lie in wait
Their souls long gone,
their bodies now desecrate
We can feel the whispers,
of the long buried past
As we stare into the empty eyes, of their unending rest

Into the arms
of the abyss we fall
As we heed the Reaper's call
The choir of the damned
echoes in our ears
As we march towards
Of our darkest fears

As our flesh
begins to rot
And our bones
turn to dust
We embrace
the eternal night

Into the arms
of the abyss we fall
As we heed the Reaper's call
The choir of the damned
echoes in our ears
As we march towards
Of our darkest fears

The darkness consumes us whole
As our spirits spiral out of control
We leave this mortal plane
As our souls become cold and arcane.