Storming down from the hills With an infernal speed Their only aim is to quench their satanic greed Carried by horses nothing more than carrions Spreading mayhem and terror The wind will carry us Crypts of the black At night the crypts of the black are opened wide From their sulphur graveyard They ride into the night Nothing can stop such primitive (And blackened) power Hear the chanting at this hellish hour Crypts of the black There you can see them Emerging from the mist Their eyes are glowing Fiery and intense The weapons are rusty (And bloodstained) Forged in eternal fire No lives will be spared So hide your precious desires This curse started some centuries ago The knightly order sealed a bloody pact Trading their souls for eternal life A power to have for which many strive Endless in time, summoning the dead Empty shells, carried by the night Their only need is to destroy the human race As vultures they prey on flesh and blood No emotions allowed, just a ghastly stare As they take the lives to satisfy their thirst Some may wonder if this curse will stop If the crypts of the black will closed at dark But the answer is simple As long as there'll be humans The black will rise from the crypts, to emerge And slay until they're all dead