Marduk - Funeral Dawn

Claws pulled back in dismay
Behold the morbid saints last march
Lungs now filled with unfailing dark
Leaving a whining shadow in your blood

White light - black rain
Behold the morbid saints last parade
Cascades of ash and swift decay
Screaming whispers of a funeral dawn

Wreaths of black iron, deathcult caravan
Behold the morbid saint in his grave
Murderous current of needle-sharp teeth
Sunken deep into the flesh of the unwashed