Unending desperation flows through his mind on this darkened day Pain ever justified as Lord Death took his love's final breath away Though others came to mourn, he alone now remains rested on her grave When a figure fast appeared claiming power over death, that her life was saved
‘What must I pay you one who dwells within the shadow?’ Clothes caked in carrion, The stench of death all permeating on sulfur tongue the shade replies ‘No need to thank me Just feed her when she wakes and living she will ever be
What must I do now to convince you of your fate? Give me your trust alone you're nothing more than dead weight What must I do now to convince you of your fate? Give me your trust alone you're nothing more than dead weight’
Beware the tempter The Lure of the Necromancer Feeding off Desperation turning hope into a cancer All hope is dead You will never get what you are after Only his hell awaits poor fools who hand the serpent's son his fate the Necromancer waits
A heavy fog rolled in and all was silenced by the echoes of the dead All will fall when the darkness calls He's summoning the spirits from the pits of the abyss The ground began to tremble As the dark one mutters blackened prayers A toxic odor turns the gut What was hope now gives way to fear From underneath the surface the bride arises with a vacant stare Terror present as he screams ‘Those are her eyes but there's no one looking back at me Those are her eyes but there's no one looking back at me Those are her eyes but there's no one looking back at me’
‘What have you done? Where has she gone?’ Cries the groom to the evil one ‘I only did as you desired, now I'm afraid your time has come’ Spells pinned him down, his screams abound, as she digs into his entrails His head remained alive cursed to watch his wife consume him in his living hell Writhing in pain as she stripped all his flesh down to bone
‘What must I do now to convince you of your fate? Give me your life, Alive you're nothing more than dead fucking weight’ Beware the tempter The Lure of the Necromancer Feeding off Desperation Turning hope into a cancer All hope is dead you will never get what you are after Only his hell awaits poor fools who trust the necromancer
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