At nightfalls dreaming of them Far away lands heathen At nightfalls dreaming of them Black nights cults within At nightfalls the roaming sounds Of thunder striking down It's a mystery of thousands of years The cult of the dead the cult of the misery At nightfalls dreaming of them Candles burning every now and then At nightfalls there the river flows At nightfalls the river styx glows It's a mystery of thousands of years The cult of the dead the cult of the misery