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Basement dark

Dusty crate

Flickering light and shadow

Finally the night

Black magic waits

Now my disgusting tune bellows

Waking cries for the dead

Festering vacant heads

Corpse waits silent in the cold

Invoke the protection oath

Crossroads full moon

Circles drawn in dirt

Thumb the leaves through worms

Calm night breeze turns fetid

More blood on the altar

Then burn the offering

More blood now

More blood

“From the still mist I am summoned

Already detached in death

From the emptiness you stir me, why

In my place of no self

I’ve no choice to abide

This master in magic black

I heed your commands

Through this searing fog of pain

I can see no light

A slave to this bastard’s brain”

Behold

My long buried tomes

Of Necromancerie