So long I’ve been waiting for this great time to come
An anxious yet thrilling desire
The garden is darkened by the new lunar phase
And silently attends to the rite
Obsessed by this stillnes and by the secrets it holds
Unknown symbolism abide
Presences, presences appeared, bringing cold streams in the air
The mysteries below
In the dark, mysteries below
And these voices surround me with whispers and warnings
Their knowledge come forth from the past
Creatures of divination, detached from the flesh
Dancing at the knell from the church
They’re rising, rising above, out from the abyss of life
The soil is the witness of the slow work of worms
Thousands of coffins behind…
The mysteries below
In the dark, mysteries below
Disciples, to the occult devote
The circle of necromancy
Evoking the soul
It’s midnight, it’s midnight
It’s the time!