Incantation Of Restoration

Convulse

Lusts are satisfied and 
Graves are desecrated 
The master raises his wand 
And calls his faithful subordinates 

He utters the unholy incantation 
And starts this morbid ceremony 
They pray for the vital power from unknown 
So deceased corpses would live again 

The wind of immortality 
Blows the spirit into their souls 

Mould under the tombstones 
Ripples from movements of bones 
Corpses rise from the graves 
The invocation has come true 

Cemetery has born to live 
Legion of death performs their duty 
The chosen are allowed to live 
The others judgement will be death 

Judgement will be death...


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