Tiamat

In the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold
A vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained
As I walked across the field I noticed a human circle formation
Standing at the edge of a yet uncovered grave deep in mourn
Buried and forgotten
In the dark and cold
In the moisty ground
Burial at night
Funeral
In the name of the father, the son and the antichrist
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust to reign in death
>From the innermost depths of the open sepulcher
I heard a human cry for life and freedom
Buried and forgotten
In the dark and cold
In the moisty ground
Burial at night
I was mortal but I am fiend, I was merciless
My teeth shatter as I speak to you