Nov. 02, 1898
"I have succeeded... but to what means? What have I truly done?
I have murdered. I have killed. I used the book... the Necronomicon.
The dreaded book of spells,
I used it to conjure forth that foul dark slithering thing from out of shadows!"
NECROMANTIC WAYS
We calls to the dead, the summoning
Gods of shadows, He's conjuring
We woefully accepts, the arrangement
A blood drenched corpse, in atonement
Thru necromantic ways
This child shall live, another day
We give to the dead, these offerings
A death for a life, is what it brings
Year after year, the bodies pile high
Each dead count, as a year gone by
Thru necromantic ways
This child shall live another day!
Thru necromantic ways
We give sacrifice
In death, a life for a life
On his dead wife's grave
The coffin born
It's a life he shall save...
