Necropolis bathed in moonlit gloom and creeping mist of deathly pallor A monument of deaths great claim, held upon the souls of the living Ominous gates guard this threshold, adorned with sigils in broken stone The catacombs cloaked in silence, festering the darkness held within Impurity surrounds my dismal descent into the sorcery of aeons forgotten Concealed coffins in abysmal tombs Recitation, the words of invocation Sprinkling the dust of human remains, I complete the necromantic pact Ancient words spoken in sacred tongues, unclean spirits encircle the air Haunting voices echo from crypts below, as unholy phantoms rise on silent wings
recitation, held, sprinkling, pallor, sigils