Walked the path where shadows dare not tread
In the land of whispers voices of the dead
Bones dance slow and spirits softly weep
In the heart of twilight secrets deep

Behind the eyes of darkness visions rise
Rotting tales whispered across the skies
A puppeteer of souls boundless rage
In twisted corners dark magic's cage

Nothing really dies
The dead he calls
Despair the souls cries
Oh! Necromant, Never falls

Candles flicker spirits quake
With each murmur shadows wake
Life and death a blurred design
Necromancers cross the line

Skeletal whispers guide his path
To cauldrons brewing midnight wrath
A puppet master of the lost
In his grip your soul is tossed

Nothing really dies
The dead he calls
Despair the souls cries
Oh! Necromant, Never falls

Through graveyard gates he contemplates
The mysteries forlorn
In crypts of old with secrets told
His power is reborn

Skeletal whispers guide his path
To cauldrons brewing midnight wrath
A puppet master of the lost
In his grip your soul is tossed

Walking before the dead he stands tall
In a world where darkness heeds his call
Casting curses with a twist and turn
In his wake the fires of chaos burn

Nothing really dies
The dead he calls
Despair the souls cries
Oh! Necromant, Never falls

Nothing really dies
The dead he calls
In a world where darkness heeds his call
Casting curses with a twist and turn
In his wake the fires of chaos burn

Nothing really dies
The dead he calls
Despair the souls cries
Oh! Necromant, Never falls