Desolate Funeral Chant

Wraith oh! Cryptic One I see - black the veiled one

chanting near

Bray high songs of death, call tombs where they hide

Sad dark hymns in the air, black - the covered one

roaming near

Winds chant songs of death, graves deep, open wide

I roam through somber woods, death, the shadow one in the

mist

Wings flock to my crypt, I fly to my throne