Dead Boys' Choir

Hallowed dances upon glorified graves

Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves

Witches and demons are supporting the dead

In worship of who they are lead

Views of midnightly risen stones

Sounds of clattering skulls and bones

Like shadows they cling tight onto trees

Proud of their evilness, they are God's enemies

They are gathered here in the fivepointed star

To close up ritual of a time so far

End what was not ended before

To meet the lord Satan they highly adore

The Dead Boy's Choir whispers through the eternal fire