Besatt

In the seat of free people
Who believe in various gods
The blood and fire
The altars in black blood
Sacrificed in the time of fullmoon
It's burning now
The sky is black
The sky went into mourning
There is fullmoon
Knights ride their horses
With banners of relics
Smell of holy incense
Means ritual of blood came
Their whispers
Call the power
He raises up sacrifical knife
It's coming death