One out of hell, from the depths of Gamora Parching new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such violent a horror Omens of dread on this night of the ghouls Raising the dead up from the ground Needs must be fed, sorceries abound Necromancer, death is guiding light Necromancer, stealing a plight Feeding on flesh from the soil that was harrowed Splintered the bones and regaled in his feast Danced on the grave of the pure and the righteous As the moonlight's expelled from the eyes of the beast Raising the dead, blasphemy reigns Potence of dread thrives on remains Necromancer, feeding from the host Necromancer, black and holy ghost Necromancer, death is guiding light Necromancer, stealing a plight Raising the dead, cadaver consumed Sacrament fed, bodies exhumed Necromancer, feeding from the host Necromancer, black and holy ghost Necromancer, death is guiding light Necromancer, stealing a plight Stealing a plight Death is guiding light