Hallowed dances upon glorified graves
   Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves
   Witches and demons are supporting the dead
   In worship of who they are led
  
   Views of midnightly risen stones
   Sounds of clattering skulls and bones
   Like shadows they cling tight onto trees
   Proud of their evilness, they are God's enemies
  
   They are gathered here in the five pointed star
   To close up the ritual of a time so far
   End what was not ended before
   To meet the lord Satan they highly adore
  
   The Dead Boy's Choir whispers through
   the eternal fire