Disma - Lost In The Burial Fog lyrics

Snow covers, the ground In an ancient cemetery, long forgotten Evil growling, from the deep In obscurity, everlasting Peering over, a snow-bathed crypt A procession, of dark cloaked figures Carrying a large casket, to an open grave No salvation for the dead As they inter the remains Moving closer, past ancient tombs and old stones My frozen hands are, growing pale My clothes, falling with dust Skin is tightening against my bones As horror takes me over Peering downwards into the cold A call from my own grave Ancient words are uttered To disappear, within the mist The spell of d**h, everlasting Slowly, consumed, in the fog... Lost, in, fog Lost, in the burial, fog...