Spiritual Art Of Necromancy

The altar is set on the steps above
Black candles burning in the night
The flames flicker as the wind rolls in
I see the reflections in your eyes
Standing above in a cloak of white
So powerful in the black of night
Chant the words that we shall need to rise
Raise your arms up high into the sky
The ceremony gives us life
Tonight we rise, then you all shall die
One cut and you’ll drain the blood
The chalice sits by your side
Press the cup against your lips
Await the crimson delight
We are waiting patiently for you
In our crypt tonight
Calling us back to fight
From beyond our spirits rise
Vengeance for our lost cause
The battle has just begun
The dagger is cold
Feel the blade pierce your flesh
The dagger is cold, so is your corpse
But the blood remains
With this blade, I offer unto thee, a feast of life
Taste this blood and rise to live again
To test your fate
Now the candles fade
Into the black
Darkness has fallen
We are coming back
Feed off the sacrifice!