Burial ground breaths evil

Footsteps lead to hills of tombs

Here thousand mourning spirits

Underneath hearts pounding

Feel the call of Satan

Dust filled chambers open

Altar now dried but stained

With blood once shed

Waiting for right one

Feel the call of Satan

Sacrifice the life

To serve the master

Covenant of souls tide

Waiting for this night

Feel the touch of Satan

Death release spreading

Like pestilence rising

To bring torment

Hunt the race of humans

Feel the wrath of Satan