Arkona (pl) - Necropolis

From the cities of the dead where bones turn black
The flame of the soul will last in darkness
Where skulls turn to dust
The coldness of the stone will warm us

From the cities of the dead where towers are high
Into the depths of the earth they reach to the entrails
In cities where walls are wide
Blood seeps in to satisfy thirst and hunger

Where whispers are screams
To open closed eyes
Where teeth are sown like grain
To feed the worms with them

From the cities of the dead where bones turn black
The flame of the soul will last in darkness
And darkness will devour it, light will spit it out
And forever intertwine in a dull embrace

Nothing that was is eternity
Nothing that will be has any meaning
High above the stars
Our existences have risen

Dead fields covered with dust
Cold wind penetrates bodies
Among walls full of darkness
Cursed souls howl

Cemeteries and fields fertilized with corpses
Rotting remains in pits asleep
The sleep of eternal suffering

Dead fields covered with dust
The bodies are penetrated by a cold wind
Among the walls full of darkness
Cursed souls howl

Cemeteries and fields fertilized with corpses
Rotting remains in pits asleep
The sleep of eternal suffering