Akerbeltz - Unholy Gates

Let the rites begin, let the bells chime, let the unholy flame burn and touch the sky, let the weeps be heard as a chanting in the night, let the candles burn at both sides of the path, let the tears fall and be swallowed by the ground, let the conqueror worm devour the rot…
Long journey of Death at the end of life, end of the path never to be found, sight lost at the darkness from beyond.
All hope is stolen when the moon turns, gaze into the distance a blaze of unlight, the living find their way when the reaper swings the scythe, the left hand path guides straight to the unholy gates.