You have no tombstones, no graves to be found
Nothing to honor your vow
Nothing but six barren crypts in the dark
No one remembers you now
Who dares disturb your tormented rest
Who braves the cries in the gloom
Who sees the light on the sepulchral hill
The laughter in the tomb
Where now are the men who led us so long
Likes storms you came and likes wraiths you are gone
Lost in the darkness and sealed from dawn
Beneath the burial mound
So rise from your graves, you specters, you shades
The dead have awoken and carry fell blades
This is your reward for your false crusades
Marked on the lone battleground
All your great deeds were no more than a lie
Yours is an ebony soul
So brave and devout with a heart stained with sin
Your spirits will never be whole
They once believed you were warriors pure
Battling forces of night
In the dark of the crypt all your secrets are bared
Your heresy is laid to light
Slain by betrayal and unholy pacts
Abandoned by powers so fell
Wounds of corruption you chose for yourselves
You chose your eternal hell
Conceal your secrets, conceal your lies
You know that the mask is just a disguise
Can you not hear the murdered girl's cries
Beyond the lonely grave
Death cannot still the cries in the dark
A vengeance has come, one that you must mark
Within the barrows 'neath battlegrounds stark
Bound to the infernal gaze
Behind the mask where no one may see
The game is not played by those who are free
No one will hear your last anguished plea
As you walk the otherworld ways.
