Skeleton God, the Necromancer
 Saint of Killers clothed in darkness
 Halo of shadows surrounds his face
 The holder of keys to the nightside gates
 Holy Reaper! Bearer of Scythe!
 Your silvery blade cuts [bad word] the sky
 serpents son, born of rebellion
 Child of Eve begotten with the Lord
 Vampiric hunger inflames his wrath
 The voiceless whispers calling him to slay Abel
 He opens a path to the other side
 through bleeding throat – the Liberation of man
 Let the Harvest Begin!
 As endless void that swallows the light
 Into the world of graves we ride!
 We’re sailing as rebel souls
 Into the kingdom of dried bones
 Descending to core of [bad word]  To realm of Lord Niantiel
 To denny life, make a pact with Death
 All hail master of burial ground
 Hail! Hail! King of Golgotha!