Sarkrista - The Fury of Revenants

A silent breath in the moonless night
From the lungs that stand already still
From their old rotten graves they arise
Driven by the eternal thirst for blood

The Hunger is eternal
Blood will flow on this night
Their grace is already gone
No longer masters of their actions


As the darkness curses the night
And the moon shines no more
They escape from the rotten tombs
In order to hunt for human flesh

Escaped from the blackest nightmares
They stagger through the night
Praise the cult of the undead
Along the path of separated flesh


Beyond the world of impure sins
Open the gates to the realm of the dead
Hallowed be your name, lord Exitus
May your scythe rage on earth

No one can escape the revenant’s wrath
A sanguine flame burns within
The morbid sons of eternal death
In order of blood and pain


From the nebulized necropolis
A bloodcurdling scream echoes in the night
Abandoned graves grace the fields
In the night as anger possesses the dead