Texty: Midnight Funeral. Rituals From The Abyss. Burning Churches.

The Sky Full Of Shadows
There is a polluted environment
Purity has lost its essence
The City is destroyed, on the night of hell

Religious leaders fear for their lives
Now regret having believed and trusted
That stupid book written by impostors

Burning church, in the blasphemy night
I wake up from my cold grave
Burning church, it?s a Christians trap

The light is dim if you see my shade
The sky is falling down
Prophecy was a lie
I saw the city burning
When I ride my ghostly carriage

Burning church, in the blasphemy night
I wake up from my cold grave
Burning church, it?s a Christians trap

(Thanks to Sonneiyon for these lyrics)