Necromancy

Necromancy The last rays of daylight fade away Night embraces a land turning grey The fullmoon shines in clouded sky Croaking, birds of Death now fly A northern icy wind starts to blow Flickering the funeral torches’ glow On the top of a consecrated hill The Necromancer awaits standing still Necromancy, Tales of the dead Midnight sounds from the chapel’s bell Words of power woven into evil spell Desecrate the grave and lift the coffin’s lid Hunger for knowledge shall be feed Within the circle the corpse is laid A soul is summoned by ceremonial blade Secrets from a world beyond to be revealed Mysteries of Death no longer concealed Necromancy, Tales of the dead