1. LOST IN THE BURIAL FOG

Snow covers, the ground
In an ancient cemetery, long forgotten
Evil growling, from the deep
In obscurity, everlasting
Peering over, a snowbathed crypt
A procession, of dark cloaked figures
Carrying a large casket, to an open grave
No salvation for the dead
As they inter the remains
Moving closer, past ancient tombs and old stones
My frozen hands are, growing pale,
My clothes, falling with dust
Skin is tightening against my bones,
As horror takes me over
Peering downwards into the cold,
A call from my own grave
Ancient words are uttered
To disappear, within the mist
The spell of death, everlasting
Slowly, consumed, in the fog...
Lost, in the fog
Lost, in the burial, fog...


2. THE VAULT OF MEMBROS

We are proprietors of the abyss
Compatable with the incomprehendable
Our last known, vestige, now entered
Within the depths of wisdom
The vault cannot be breached
Preparing for our rapture
We are preoccupied with anticipation
With anticipation... Our lament is our ecstasy
A vestige in ruin, a vestige in ruin
Interment of the undesirable
Embodiement unbecoming
We are proprietors of the abyss
We are proprietors of the abyss
The abyss, now lets rejoice


3. CHAOS APPARITION

Disembodied spirit, soul of the deceased
Released from the flesh, into the path beyond
Supernatural essence, ectoplasmic eruption
Haunting the dark halls, where life was lost
Grisly human fragments
Violent ghostly being, a figure forever lurking
A cloudy vaporous mist, haunting until the end
Reborn on landscapes, of ruin
To exist beyond, the boundaries, to possess
Eternity...
Chaos Apparition
Souls of the Lost
Spectral Assassin, night of terror
The hideous spawn, of desecration
Supernatural essence, ectoplasmic eruption
Haunting the dark halls,
Where life, was, lost...