Grave

Enter the gates, gates to madness
You feel that the end is near you
know that your end is hear
Shadows from hell reflect in your mind
into the darkside you go for eternal rest
Winds of death are blowing cold annihilated
earth is what it leaves behind
Funeral in the night, open grave
Your coffin stands open, your face is pale,
servants of the dark are taking you into the dark soil