The Land Of Phantoms - Black Funeral

A predator of humans, who haunts the roads near Tirgoviste

Holds the soil of its decrepit grave…

To slumber and give rebirth

Unto the blood of Nachttoter…

Ghastly images haunt the domain

Decayed as the tombs of stone

Numerous apparitions we have evoked from beyond the graves

Those, the stakes in which much blood was lost, they cast our biddings…

Be it light or dark…

Many frigid and warm nights, when the black flame devours all

There was a talon formed…

Which struck the light from Yeshua’s horde…

Through the manipulation of flesh and spirit I have

Become a shadowgod and devoid of humanity…

I discovered the Philosopher’s Stone

All was revealed…

Enter this dominion, prepare thy funerary posture

They haunt in malignant forms… Das land der Phantome!