Down by the gates of the graveyard Covered by cobwebs and dirt The eerie atmosphere of the dead It emerges by night By the winds of funeral By the winds... At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves Arisen from our tombs of stone We emerge by the winds of funeral Spreading death and destruction Brining fear and agony over the mortals By the call of the winds The mortals are filled with fear Hunting for the soon to be dead We kill with delight By the winds of funeral We slay the mortals... destined to die By the winds of funeral We crush the servants of light By the call of the winds It becomes clear... the message of the dead By the call of the winds, all life ends By the winds of funeral By the winds... At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves Arisen from our tombs of stone We emerge by the winds of funeral Spreading death and destruction Brining fear and agony over the mortals By the call of the winds The mortals are filled with fear Hunting for the soon to be dead Who are screaming for grace