Dead Boys Quire Lyrics - Tiamat

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