Grave Cross by Grave Cross Lyrics

We are the midnight people
Hunters of nightmares and fears
We are used to face the death
Trembling figures running at the moonlight

We are the deafening screams of the dead
Taken from the womb of our dead mother
Risen among crusted blood
Dressed in our burial drapes

We are the men of shades
Black spirits of the dead
Every time you hear a cry
You shall know we are after you

We are neither dead nor alive
Fleshless corpses with empty eyes
Crosses made of rock
Grave Cross

We are anathema, curse and exorcism
Fire of vengeance, our name is terror
We shall prevail through centuries
The nights and its horrors are ours
We are horrors of horros
Demon hunters on the run
Thunder holders in tempest n' storm
Raven Shades over your grave

We forge molten metal and solid rock
In fire are written our names
We are the music of the black night
Heavy Metal is our art, the highest one

We are neither dead nor alive
Fleshless corpses with empty eyes
Crosses made of rock
Grave Cross