The Wishful Dead

Inhale the fire - become the flame You are through ashes reborn Inhale the wind - become the storm You are the oracle of the wishful dead Nekromanteion Heavy breathing in the long blood shadows Along the banks of the river deep Hunted and veiled, chained to the past By visions of imaginary hope Will we see the torrents of blood Or travers the river of woe Greeted by the lord of the underworld Across the waters of lamentation River Acheron Nekromanteion River Acheron Must flow Inhale the fire - become the flame You are through ashes reborn Inhale the wind - become the storm You are the oracle of the wishful dead To the oblivious who stand by the remains Of all the dying left behind The keen gaze that stare into your soul Hollow furnaces of fire Feel the ire of the brimstone heart That burns the will and breaks the mind Our phosphorous rage will haunt us All the way across River Acheron River Acheron Bring coins for Charon River Acheron will flow Inhale the fire - become the flame You are through ashes reborn Inhale the wind - become the storm You are the oracle of the wishful dead