1. THE HIDDEN GRAVE

(Instrumental)


2. FUNERAL IN THE WOODS

In her attic room stood a shrine
Made for ancient relics, evil or divine
On christmas eve she took her own life
What a tragedy, but what she did was heresy

Black magic, alchemy
Giving worship to pagan gods is blasphemy
Her relatives entombed at the local grave mound
But for her disgrace, she’s buried in unholy ground

Funeral in the woods
Her shame is not over yet
A wooden cross between the trees
But she won’t rest in peace

Funeral in the woods
Damned to rot alone
A wooden cross between the trees
But she won’t rest... she won’t rest in peace

In her attic room stood a shrine
Made for ancient relics, evil or divine
On the skirts of the wood, they found her
Hanging on a tree, oh what she did was heresy


3. SINLESS

You don’t always rip what you sow
But dod insists on obedience
Angel of light,
Don’t lead me into temptation
I hear your voice every night

...Whispering in my ear
Is it the devil that speaks to me?

“Lay down your sinless heart
I’ll rip your piety apart
Lay down your sinless heart
I’ll rip your piety apart
I’ll rip your piety apart”

Absolve my guilt one last time
I know, I broke my vow of chasity
Indulged myself in lust
Mortal sins in the sacristy
But god knows what no one can see

...A lifetime full of sin
Is it the devil that speaks to me?

“Lay down your sinless heart
I’ll rip your piety apart
Lay down your sinless heart
I’ll rip your piety apart
I’ll rip your piety apart”

Father, I have sinned
Seduced by the devil deep within
Father, please forgive me
I know I’ll pay for my blasphemy
I know I’ll pay for my blasphemy

Is it the devil that speaks to me?


4. DEVOURER OF SOULS

We’re in ancient egypt a thousand years before christ
Through deserted fields a proscribed man is on the run
Through the hot desert sand ...oh no...
An outlaw has no place to go

The sun is burning down relentlessly
No place to hide, no shelter, not a single tree
And as he finally draws his last breath
He knows flagitious souls will never resurrect

Kneel down before the lord of the underworld
You failed, you didn’t pass osiris’ test
The Scales of justice end your final hour
Now you’ll meet the devourer of souls

He can reach the afterlife or die a second death
On his exhausting journey through the underworld
Death is just the beginning ...oh, no...
“Proof the purity of your soul”

Threaten by demons, he has to pass the gates
To reach his final test, where he’’ll meet his fate
Anubis initiates the weighing of the heart
“If you fail ammit will tear your soul apart”

Meet the devourer of souls
Meet the devourer of... souls


5. THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

The clock striked midnight
Don’t leave your home anymore
‘Cause the headless horseman rides tonight
Coming to decapitate you – fear his might!

He’s shattering the silence
With his ghastly cries
Is he coming for you?
He’s wearing robes of black
The ambassador of death
Don’t lose your head!

Never pass the haunted moor at night
Beware of the headless rider
When you hear his hooves, you know it’s too late
Beware of the headless rider!

A sallow full moon
The only light that shines throught the trees
The black spectre has returned from the dead
Risen from his grave to steal your head

He’s racing through the darkness
On his undead horse
Run as fast as you can!
He will hunt you down
Till the night is gone
At the break of dawn, he is done

Never pass the haunted moor at night
Beware of the headless rider
When you hear his hooves, you know it’s too late
Beware of the headless rider!


6. ON THE BELFRY

Mary, she always loved the trees in the setting sun
Playing hide and seek in the woods was so much fun
The nightly meetings at the glade always seemed so harmless
Until she saw her friends burning at the stake

One day she got sudden visit
“Time to confess my dear”
“We know what you’ve done”
“An accused witch that’s what you are”
“Confess or suffer in hot black tar”

In panic mary started to run
Trying to escape, bigots never leave undone
She was looking for refuge in the local church
As she descried the open door to the belfry

Run, mary run
Much to late for you to pray, the witchfinder is on his way

Kill mary
Kill mary on the belfry
Kill mary
Kill mary
Kill mary on the belfry

Marys name rang through the tower
“Time to confess my dear”
“We know what you’ve done”
“An accused witch that’s what you are”
“Confess or suffer in hot black tar”

She made her way to the spire of the church
The mob so close to her heels
“Nowhere to hide for you in this sacred place
Oh, girl, it’s time to meet your fate”

Listen to the bell
Listen to the bell
It’s your death knell