Funeral Feast

The moon is high above
Burning in the night
The hills echo with
Forgotten ancient rites
The beating of the drums
The baying of the hounds
The hills echo with
These horrifying sounds
The death knell is tolling
For a dying world
Behold, the funeral shroud
Is unfurled
Bathing ourselves
In the light of the moon
We are the lost children
Of the Coming Doom
In the light of the moon
The funeral feast
In the light of the moon
Beware of the beast
Bound, gagged
Prepared for sacrifice
Yours will be the flesh
We feed upon tonight
Blessed and sanctified
By the crimson priest
Become the offering
For the funeral feast
Feast and dine
Morbid rites
Under pale
Lunar lights
In the light of the moon
The funeral feast
In the light of the moon
Beware of the beast
In us