Midnight Funeral. Under The Shade Of Death. Zeneszám

From your cold and dark throne
You claim the existence of life
The one was denied to you
Flames of fire illuminate your eyes
You ride your horse of sorrow
Between dark and disconcerting mist

Red sky and black clouds
They show me the way to eternity
Death and desperation personified
They ride together
Watering sick and pagan seeds

Walking along across your kingdom
You take me to your throne
I listen your called
The one I have to follow
I see to your side
Sat the immortal souls
Tormenting the mortal ones

Under your wings I found refuge
You call me to being your hangman
The breath of life snatches them
Those who believe in the Nazarene

(Thanks to Sonneiyon for these lyrics)