Sangtekst: Occult. Elegy For The Weak. Disturbing The Dead.

Blasphemous-magician, seeking hidden knowledge
Craving for achievement in this world and beyond
Chanting ancient spells at abandoned dark tombs
Learning from the ancient books of sorcery and wisdom

NECROMANCER - violates the graves
DESECRATOR - disturbs the fucking dead
NECROMANCER - exhumes the rotten corpses
DECAPITATOR - he removes their heads

To raise the dead belongs, to the blackest arts
Violate the grave to make the corpse rise
Command the spirit to reveal hidden treasures
And to speak about, what beyond death lies

The veil between the living and the dead has been torn
To make the dead rise and let the treasures be revealed
To quench the insatiable thirst for wealth and power
Ancient knowledge to be gained, through this sacrilege

The hideous blasphemous act, is discovered later
The casket lies open, and the corpse decapitated
The sorcerer took the skull, to bind a disturbed spirit
And guide him further, through this world and beyond

To raise the dead belongs, to the blackest arts
Violate the grave to make the corpse rise
Command the spirit to reveal hidden treasures
And to speak about, what beyond death lies

The veil between the living and the dead has been torn
Through the faustian will, to seek the arcane
The dead do his bidding, through necromantic scorn
The relentless lust for power will forever be the same

NECROMANCER - violates the graves
DESECRATOR - disturbs the fucking dead
NECROMANCER - exhumes the rotten corpses
DECAPITATOR - he removes their heads