In The Darkness (In Solitude)

The mass passed on through the mist A procession of dark coats Held high the crucifix The darkness grew formless With secret mysteries The vast night revealed it's face Over the long dead trees The darkness thrived relentless The black mass they were all nameless They spoke the words of elder kings In the darkness At the hill In shapes of demons With urge to kill Dark bells were tolling The conjunction had begun The procession moved on slowly Into the beyond! The darkness thrived relentless The black mass they were all nameless Ancient demons unfold their wings Still the rain kept falling The mass passed on through the mist A procession of dark coats Held high the crucifix