Archaic Magick (After the Red Sun)

Oh, the ancients, those unknown to man Rising in dimensions beyond Old necromancy, they speak in riddles About the meaning of life And the purpose of death Of death Archaic chants Ancient necromancy Magick of death Darkness swallows, everything in sight Spirits follow, like wings of the night Black mist, wraps around your soul Cease to exist, the bells of doom now toll Archaic magick You decay in impurity Desolation reigns, distorted visual realms Dried-out veins, so darkly overwhelm Abnormal void, emerges from the beyond You can't avoid, no life to respond Archaic magick You drown in obscurity The curse of darkness Unleashed from the abyss Unknown signs bring death to life Blood on the sacrificial knife Spells forgotten since thousands of years Summoned through astral dark spheres Old whispers of doom were true Only the wisdom keepers knew So the ancients, those who were unknown to man Rising from dimensions beyond Old necromancy, they spoke in riddles About the meaning of death And the purpose of life The death