Murmur Lyrics


The Fifty-Fourth spirit is an evil murmur

He is a great duke and a damnable earl

Appeareth in the shape, horrid soldier dead

Riding on a gryphon, Ducal crown upon his head

Ministers stand before him, clarion trumpets dread

Answering questions, asked by the dead

Murmex much teach, souls of the deceased

Come before the exorcist, answer questions if they exist

To teach philosophy, and make the fallen appear

Matthias is the name for which the dead must fear