...he had done the evocation, and prepared
Himself for a murder by a series of sacrileges,
At down, say a mass of the angel,
Remain without light to all kind of hallucinations
Chapped soul ours
Dust in GOD's eye
Strangers and Pilgrims wandering here
He invoke the return of the current,
Necromanteion
Came from ashes in our hearts
He opened the door
Where they like to play now
And the days grow colder,
For one moment
He would be afraid to meet you there
As a shade.
The last of a lost ones
Tell them I want to see them
Necromanteion
Came from the ashes in our hearts