A noise in the silent cemetery... a shovel, bones, smell of death, rotten bodies
Strange sounds from the ancient unholy church, rites of black magic
The lady in black reads the red book of Macabria
The crow on her shoulder calls the dead
For the ceremony of blood
The undertaker opens the coffin of Luciferia
Now the lady in black reads
The unholy words
[Lady in black:]
Come to us ancient spirit of Macabria...
We are waiting for you,
Give me thee dark power of life & death...
We want the foreigner...
Luciferia takes the knife... cut the child's throat;
She raises the chalice and pours inside the blood
The crows lick deep the drops fallen on the ground,
The undertaker digs the graves for the new dead comers...
[Lady in black:]
Come to us ancient spirit of Macabria...
We are waiting for you,
Give me thee dark power of life & death...
We want the foreigner...
[The Undertaker:]
There's no return for you foreigner...
Heh, heh, heh...
Macabria wants you...
And your soul...