Necromantic Arts

Fangs of immortality
Have tasted my flesh unholy
My wounds are unhealed
and I still crawl worthless
my eyes burn endless
as I can still see black horizons
the watcher fades...
and solitude awakes
No Spheres
No Mountains
No Sea
No Abyss
Shall protect me!
Heathen wolves howl
And my fear is infinite
The devils have seen my soul
Descend into the ABZU
Angry Spirits drowned me
Into NAR MATTARU
Cryptic Lords of patience
Have I offended or failed thee?
Forgotten am I
When the moon days are over
black omens erupt
and the spheres remain without shame
My voice is unknown to me
And my senses remain dead
Abysmal screams I hear
a gate has been broken!

The flesh beware
Protect the Elder sign of the race
Erase the sacrifices
For the blood shall evoke
Remain on soil
For Ancient spirits remain high
One must be blind
Against standing stone
for the earth's flesh
Is the altar of evil
Bearer of amulet
The demon shall speak first
With bleeding sacrifices
The covenant is sealed
All is of Ancient and Elder
And the moon must remain pure
The scorpion spirit awaits
Night is the soul
Female touch of death
Dwells within fear
The Cults of Death
Wander lands eternal
On their stones carved
Are the seals of devils
Children of the Goat
Within rituals of disharmony
They worship Ancient
And murder present
Race of the IGIGI spheres
Unknown master of blasphemy
Painless spirits await
Macabre mysteries of hate
Careless is the Watcher
that feeds on offerings

I have seen the other race of men
Worshippers of Ancient rites
Slayers of mortals
With charms of macabre
When fire descends from the skies
One must beware
For the Old ones have escaped
And entered the realm of mortality
Seek the watcher
And glaze at the stars
The cults shall prevail
Armageddon rejoice!
Protect oneself
Against the howling of the wolf
Remember the names
Of light and dark
Call upon ISHTAR
Call upon NINDINUGGA
For the incantations
Shall aid mortal souls

The night is silent
And the wolves are quiet
My watcher is sleepless
And I am troubled
I can hear the demoness
Whisper through shadows
Demons remain calm
As the Rites are asleep
The spaces of Ancient tremor
Allow no SHAMASH to rise
The beasts crave for blood
And the Goddess seeks to rise
The Cults wander in darkness
And the Gates cry to open
I dream of black waters
And the waters remain stir
Strange markings appear on the wall
And I am blind from the black light
The days ahead are ill
And the moon is pale
The stars grow dim
And I shall never taste solitude
For I am a victim
Of the Ancient Necromantic Art

THEY AWAIT...