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