Desolate Funeral Chant — Inquisition

Wraith / oh! Cryptic One I see – black / the veiled one chanting near Bray high songs of death, call tombs where they hide Sad dark hymns in the air, black – the covered one roaming near Winds chant songs of death, graves deep, open wide I roam through somber woods, death, the shadow one in the mist Wings flock to my crypt, I fly to my throne