Hellhammer

Veni spiritus Satanas...
Necromantical screams
Only the mounds are deaf
But the glassy eyes behind the wood...
Freezin' breeze, last bell is mute
As I run thru night's fog
My feet lurch over the grave
Have 'em buried long ago
Still awake but without life?
Rustling leaves, I sweat in fear
I see a shape, no two, no three
Hollowed faces, pale and declined
Life is death ... or is death life?