Lyrics Funeral Rites - Sepultura

The doom is near in this night
Bloody skulls are over the pentagram
Cry for the sabbath bells
Fallen angels screaming for mercy
It′s the time to bury the priest
The down of Megiddo, your grave
The sky turns as black as spell
Haunting my eyes and my mind
Funeral rites!
Funeral rites!
Rites!
You are chosen by Hell
Dig your sepulchre
We force you to come in
We'll bury you alive
Black songs are heard with the funeral
Rotting corpses mutilated over the ground
Graves will be violated
Corpses will be stolen
Funeral rites!
Funeral rites!
Rites!