Dead Boys’ Choir Songtext
von 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 evil, they are God′s enemies

They're gathered here in the five-pointed star
To close up ritual of a time so far
And what was not ended before
To meet the lord Satan, they highly adore

The dead boy′s choir whispers through the eternal fire