Feel my spell
Rise from hell
Come and tell
What is to come, what does our fate have in store?
Can you see
Destiny
Speak to me
Rise from your tomb, walk like the living once more!

Feel – my – spell
Rise – from – hell
Can – you – see
Speak – to – me

Haunting visions spinning in his head
He wonders how the future will unfold
The necromancer’s bringing back the dead
For our fate soon to be foretold

Beyond this lifetime
There’s wisdom in the sphere of death
You’ll know the future
Once you’ve exhaled your final breath
The necromancer
Can read you like an open book
Your bleeding message
Written out in the life they took

Feel – my – spell

Haunting visions...

Out on the graveyard
A priest is kneeling by a tomb
He whispers curses
The undead rise to speak of doom
Tormented spirits
Deprived of their eternal sleep
The future’s secrets
They will no longer have to keep

Feel – my – spell

Haunting visions...

Enchanted corpses
Roaming the night, prepared to haunt
Those who have summoned them
Giving them what they’d never want
A quest for answers
Be careful what you ask, my friend
To necromancers
Relentless honesty’s the end

Feel – my – spell

Haunting visions...

Beyond this lifetime...