Ballads

Beneath The Altars Of Time

I hear your call from the grave
Through the silence of the rain
Your shadow wraps around my heart
A whisper carved in pain
Your ghost still breathes beneath my skin
Where love and death remain

Every heartbeat fades like thunder in the dark
But your name still burns inside my heart

Call from the grave — I can’t let go
Your voice pulls me where angels won’t go
Call from the grave — through the tears I fall
I still belong to you, after all

I hear your call from the grave
In the echoes of my dreams
Your touch still burns, your voice still bleeds
Through endless, spectral seams
You haunt me where the moonlight falls
And nothing’s what it seems

Every heartbeat fades like thunder in the dark
But your name still burns inside my heart

Call from the grave — I can’t let go
Your voice pulls me where angels won’t go
Call from the grave — through the tears I fall
I still belong to you, after all

I hear your call from the grave
Where roses drown in frost
I kneel beside your hollow bed
Counting all I’ve lost
Your name still drips from broken lips
A vow forever crossed

I hear your call from the grave
When midnight wears your face
The stars all dim, the world stands still
Inside your cold embrace
I’d die again to hold your hand
In this forsaken place

“Between two worlds I wait for you…”

Call from the grave — I can’t let go
Your voice pulls me where angels won’t go
Call from the grave — your love won’t fade
I’ll meet you there, where dreams are made

I hear your call from the grave
And follow it below
Through tombs of light and rivers black
Where mortal hearts can’t go
In death we dance, entwined as one —
Love’s final afterglow

“I never left you…”

Call From The Grave

Angels Bleed Too

Third single from the forthcoming album — Dominion of the Damned

Dies Irae (Requiem for Heaven) marks the third descent from The Black Cross, a monumental chapter in the dark gospel of Dominion of the Damned.
Where the first two singles scorched the earth with fury and possession, Dies Irae opens the gates of heaven — only to burn them from within.

Led by Lilith’s haunting multilingual performance, the title track is a requiem sung in the tongues of the lost — French, Spanish, German, and Latin — a lament for the fall of light itself.
Michael answers with two of his most powerful works to date: “Wings of Dust”, a gothic metal elegy of broken angels, and “Blood Upon the Altar”, a relentless ritual hymn drenched in fire and sin.
The single closes with “Liturgia Obscura” — a brutal, defiant anthem where sacred Latin chants erupt into pure rebellion, sealing the unholy mass with guitars and thunder.

This is The Black Cross at their most cinematic and destructive — a requiem for divinity, a celebration of corruption, and a hymn for those who find beauty in ruin.
Heaven falls. Hell sings. The Black Cross stands eternal.

Dies Irae (Requiem For Heaven)

The Serpent’s Bride

Ashes In The Rain

God Hates Us (Remastered)

Dear God (Michael Version)

Beast And The Harlot

Not Ready To Die (Remastered)

Bat Country (Remastered)

Nightmare (Remastered)

Dancing Dead (Remastered)

Heretic (Remastered)

Scream

Buried Alive (Remastered)

The Black Cross is a gothic metal band conjuring soundscapes steeped in darkness, mysticism, and cinematic intensity. Formed as a ritualistic union of heavy riffs, haunting melodies, and baroque aesthetics, the band blends elements of hard rock, doom, punk, and darkwave into a force both brutal and beautiful.

Led by frontman Michael on vocals and guitar, the five-member coven includes the enigmatic Lilith (synth & vocals), the shadowy axe-wielder Cain (rhythm guitar), brooding low-end guardian Malach (bass), and the fierce and relentless Abaddon (drums). Each member represents a different facet of the band’s occult-inspired persona.

Their debut album The Chapel of Shadows introduced a new liturgy of sonic storytelling — songs like Velvet Crucifix, The Seraphim Lie, and Darkness Is My Friend explore themes of sin, salvation, and the sacred in decay. With theatrical visuals, powerful live performances, and an ever-expanding mythology, The Black Cross is more than a band — it's a resurrection in sound.

Listen. Worship. Burn the silence.

Beneath The Altars Of Time

The Black Cross

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