The mist is high in this night
Can feel the presence of death
Way to the mortuary so the deads will invoke
Corpses and skulls in my countour
See a corpse bloody with the face in [bad word] Now being from the wrath
Catch the skulls of a children, frozen and [bad word] with me
Creature, kill in name of [bad word] The black mess is started, life's will terminate
With the wrath of the demons started the genocide
Wrath, in my corpus is born
Death, lost legions from [bad word] Slaughter, you'll see in sacrifice
Skulls, are christians with blood

Necromancer
Dead's invoker
Necromancer
Dead's invoker

Wrath, odious, desire
In my corpus is born
The fates last, terror's spread
For a necros creature of
The crypts'