Here I am for nocturnal necromancy For the dark magic to perform my rite Ancient knowledge studied from those old books Written by sorcerers, written in blood
I am necromancer, I'm questioning deceased Magic of necromancy at night on the graves Living human beings I can not trust to them As I trust to dead ones, raised from their graves
Soil of the graveyard moved by shovel Oaked lid of coffin, I find from that hole At the dead of the night cross-screws open In moon light I move the lid of casket, there's white-heared dead
Those magic circles around this grave And casted spells in the air My magic wand on dead I lay Wake up, you dead, and obey Answer for my questions now With your grim voice speak out loud I command you by infernal names For you to obey my orders Necromancer that's what I am I raise the dead by magic spells I ask the questions from the dead I'm nocturnal necromancer