Helheim

In an oaken high seat
An aura of ghastly presence
Eyes of evil, dead stare
Do you wanna get possessed?
Evil has many forms
Frightened by fate
Harvest the living
You dont wanna get possessed?
Buried beneath stones
Still theres fear in the air
It doesnt matter anyway
You are possessed
Reaping thy brother
Rebellion from the graves
This is just the beginning
Of a terror march unleashed
[ Dead Mans Eyes Lyrics ]