Gatherings In The Forest

When the moon is full we will meet again Go down the forest and follow the wind One hour before dawn, you should listen real close Shut your eyes and you'll hear the moans from below Our master speaks with the dead, we are afraid of the fire We are afraid of the hole in the ground The crypt is open, we can hear the demons chanting Join the horde, sell your soul... We can feel the presence of an evil spirit Shadows in the mist, he lets us know his existence