Old battered stones embraced in Dark
Reveal the gate to the rite
These feeble lights from rusty lamps
Drives us so far insane
And I feel the eyes of a mourning face
They show me the way to the funeral remains
They'll come for us to curse the life
This silent meeting is recalling the Other Side

Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress
The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite

This Sorcery provides the answers
The Necromancy reveals the way
Inside the circle, drawn in the dust
The wizard starts the sacrifice
Stolen incense is burning slow
It's mixed with fumes of virgin blood
And we're not allowed now to make mistakes
Or evil streams will pass through the gate

Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress
The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite

Sinister... Sinister... Arise!