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NECROMANCER

Progenitor of the dead ways
The faithless hordes of yesterday
In fields coated by sanguine dew
An iron taste, in darkness grew
My scripture of nightmares
Doom upon callous ears
Cinders will fall from cold air
In these chambers of fear

Apocalypse in my hands
Unholy magick in my veins
Your empty hope in my empty eyes
For eternities slept malaise

My reach extended into the realm of life
The will of ancient rites
And what force could deter me?

In revolting, cancerous hearts, I am born
To scorch the land barren
Tearing down hallowed idolatry
With shadow-birthed winds
Entombed past halls of dead kings

Necropolis
Risen from the abyss
Cohorror my manuscript
My genesis
Necropolis

Phantom limbs into the sky
Whispering a thousand lies
Atrophied under angel�s light
Lost souls follow my flight
Embers of funerary pyre
The smoke is Eden�s epitaph
They die without a name
And are risen with the flame

The all-encompassing paths to nadir
Where flagrant feet march in cadence
Carried only by the will of malice
And by malice, they will conquer

Like Hinnom, withered in silence
Murdered by affinity
Their grievance will devour
Their jilted presence marks the hour
In emaciating wails
Men shall perish when they scour

Necropolis
Risen from the abyss
Cohorror my manuscript
My genesis
Necropolis