I have seen the face of death
Walking in the graveyard
On a starless, moonless night
Unending darkness alive
Evil in its wicked form
Seen in dreams when I was born
The invocations read aloud
By the Priest of Satan
Rings of cold fire flaming high
Pitchblack spell, no sunrise.........
Streaking mist across the cemetary
Howling winds wail throughout
Rotten flesh clings to bone
The living dead, righteous grown
Zombies drag their carcasses
Slowly falling apart
They chant in ancient rhyme
Black Sorcerer laughs with delight
Pendant of Necromancy, pulsating lumanescence
Morbid macabre horror
At the Demon's Hour.........
The NECROMANCER lifts up His arms
Lighted eyes, dim as Hades
Talking to the tombstones
The Necromancer smiles in assurance
Gravesoil rolls beneath the ground
Tablets fall at its sound
Magus Mortuorum inhales once again.........
Castle of Death casting shadows
Across the deadlands
Screams of tortured prisoners
Still heard within the walls
Restless souls cry in the night
Unaware that they are dead
Cold white skin decaying again
The graves call out their names.........
On the second floor
Manifestations of death
Contorted chainbound one
Speaks lament in every breath
Long black hair attached to the skull
Elongated skeletal monster
Grinning, lusting for your life
The only hope is the sunrise
Never to come for you
You shall die!
Before the first rooster crows
Regaining power by your death-throes
Darkness shall eat you alive.........
NECROMANCER, messenger of Death
Soothsayer, Artisan of foul Magic
Wizard Meledictus striking down the living
Dwelling in the Kingdom of Shades
NECROMANCER, King of the departed
Garments in black hiding his face
Revealed only to those who pass away
Beyond the mystery of the unknown.........
Standing atop of Widow's Hill
Necromanctic grimoire suspended in mid-air
Soothsayer quoting dark evil spell
Turns the page with his mind
Summon the tempest containing the Magic
Neccessary to complete the wicked deed
Uncomprehensible abominations
Echoing voices, speaking to heed
Bolts of electric blue light
Emminating from his fingertips
Eyes open wide in sheer deadly might
Clenching fists in perpetual might.........
Hear the thunder of his wrath
Magnified a thousand times
Deafening the angels of blindlight
Ebbing blood from the veins of the holy
Serpents flailing, spewing forth venom
Seeping into the bones of the corpses
Marching in glory from the gates of Tartarus
Pentegram embedded upon their foreheads
Unholy cross burns blasphemy
Scrawling the symbol of hex on every door
Fangs dig deep, absorbing life-force
Another soul for Satan's keeping.........