Urn - In Darkness...the Fire

Dark are these times
Rope licks the necks
Black dawn is upon and it feast on your flesh
From distant the ultimate horror shrieks are storming
On the castle of corpses
Stands the troops of the devil
In darkness the fire holds the key to eternal life
Only for those whose hearts are forged out of ice
Burning, burning the smell of rotten christ
Destroy his kingdom oh you unholy knights
From behind the curtains weakness of man appears
Under the grand suffering runs river of thousand tears
No strength, no pride in the prayers of the priest
The key hungers after out claws of the beasts
In darkness the fire hides the gateway to eternal life
With these secrets in our hands our is the final strike!