Zephanya The witch has come Mantic foreseer Grants her summon Necromancya Falls upon
The ghost does hover close nearby the temple stones A magic wand does serve the rite Blessing all the rotten bones
The presence's called But bystanders fail to see The body's raising upright in front of thee Paleful eyes do point to oblivion The gates of doom had outcast its mortal one Scrolls unfold, sigils break Words invert its meaning dread Singing her unholy spells To summon up the ancient dead All foul flesh has fallen down Exhume the corpse while bones do crumble Blaspheme the grave, exalt death's crown As invoked from carrion slumber
All flesh has fallen down Exhume the corpse Bones do crumble Preserving Sheol's crown For those invoked Out of their slumber