Cryptesthesia The undead convulse From dead men's teeth Shakes your children In pits they sleep Through dark arts Necromancy The conjuror calls Cryptethesia Disappear into the darkness Backwards through the night Riding rotten familiar To host heathen rite Through dark arts Necromancy The conjuror calls Cryptethesia Green fire grows From human bones Red eyes gleam As demons rise from shadows The mark is on your door But we still taste your fear Drenched in blood Curse god and man Contorted countenance From sorcerous hands