On Funeral Wings - Runemagick

Captured in the abyss

Burning souls on the throne

Realm of lust and fire

The ones who foreseen the desire

Unleash the force

Death to the light of no remorse

Curse the prophets of the false

Let’s ride on funeral wings

…and celebrate their death

Let them drown in darkness of oblivion

Spit at the grave, no turn back, no regrets

And the journey goes on Memories of the past are lost