On a top of an ancient hill, Where Knights of darkness used to kill, Among smoky scraps of mist Is graveyard forgotten by Christ.
A hundred nights the lonely souls Crawl among those old tombstones Seeking for some divine land They get eternal punishment.
But when a full moon lights the sky, Creepy shadows start to cry. Their praying groans float up to heaven Embodied into black immortal raven.
So it flies above the crosses and tombstones Facing the forces of old nothern storms, And it brings under the tired wings A heavy burden full of unforgiven sins.
But wicked night spreads out the nets It holds the raven till the daytime sets. When the Sun illuminates the sky, Immortal slave will be condemned to die.