Necromanteion Lyrics
Spits forth baroque twisted truthsLike a dead electrified tissueOf a scattered religious spiritWorm-seals of binding spellsWeaved in the icons of a thanatotropeReflected through a funeral spectrumThat was once found in a necropolisCosmic wounds sculped on cadaversExhumation of eternal enigmaThat lurks in the haunted cellsOf the hermetic nectar of the deadLike a self-devouring snake in flamesPainted on the magic epitaphThat holds for all the little mortal soulsThe gentle master, black angel azrael
Diabolos Rising Necromanteion
