The Undertaker And The Crow

A noise in the silent cemetery
A shovel, bones, smell of death, rotten bodies
Strange sounds from the ancient unholy church
Rites of black magic

The lady in black reads the red book of Macabria
The crow on her shoulder calls the dead
For the ceremony of blood
The undertaker opens the coffin of Luciferia

Now the lady in black reads the unholy words
Lady in black
Come to us ancient spirit of Macabria
We are waiting for you
Give me thee dark power of life and death
We want the foreigner

Luciferia take the knife
Cut the child's throat
She raises the chalice and pours inside the blood
The crows lick deep the drops fallen on the ground
The undertaker digs the graves for the new dead comers
The undertaker
There's no return for you foreigner
Eh, eh, Macabria wants you
And your soul