Soul Harvest

On moonless nights we rise
 From tombs of ancient death
 Old souls of magic
 Spirits of forgotten knowledge
 Warlords of the old world (and)
 The abyssic beasts of hell
 On starless nights we gather
 In mystical crypts and secret shelter
 Sometimes in the open
 Or in endless woods of might
 Mostly untrodden by mortal man
 (Certainly) never in their presence
 In the absence of the plague called humanity
 The warlords raise their swords
 And the beasts of hell raise their claws
 Towards the deep dark sky
 Waiting for the infernal master to come
 Waiting for the unholy blessing to receive
 Waiting for the harvest to come
 On moonless nights we raise our swords
 Hungering for the blood to come
 On starless nights we raise our claws
 Grasping for the flesh to rip and tear
 Under the deep dark sky
 We praise the lord of darkness
 And prepare ourselves...
 For the harvest of human souls