No Sacred Ground -

Trails of doom get slowly carved

As we walk the path together

Eternal wandering into the underground

There’s no sacred ground for the conquered

The great art in exile, cast away

Bones give life to the uncanny

An anonymous graveyard upon which we thrive

There’s no burial ground for the living dead

There is no peace for the tormented

No respite before impiety

Blindfolded, forked tongue

Ghosts of today in the desert of tomorrow

Before we forget our name and die alone

We roam the earth and carry our bones

Walking the path, carving the trail

Hooded pilgrims without a sacred ground

Before we part and follow the path

Before these necks are broken

We raise our fist and bang our skulls

The dead walk with us tonight

The hand of doom, the eye of death

The solitude of the candlemass

Eternal, our mission

Hooded pilgrims without a sacred ground