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With deadly shine the pale moon hangs over groves as still as the grave With eerie sighs the night ghost flits through the sky Clouds of fog shudder and the stars their mourning wanly wear Like lamps flickering in the crypt Ghostly spectres, dumb, hollow and haggard in death's dark pomp do process A funeral throng moves towards the graveyeard under the cover of night's grave veil His fiery wound's torn asunder again, his soul pierced by Hell's sharp pains! With deadly shine the pale moon hangs over groves as still as the grave With eerie sighs the night ghost flits through the sky Clouds of fog shudder and the stars their mourning wanly wear Like lamps flickering in the crypt The earth thuds muffled on the coffin lid, but for one more glimpse of the earth's treasures! The grave's dire door shuts fast everymore More muffled still, the thudding earth grows into a hill Never does the tomb give back what once it owns! Aus Songtexte Mania