necromanteion lyrics – diabolos rising

the living skull of the necromancer
spits forth baroque twisted truths
like a dead electrified tissue
of a scattered religious spirit
worm-seals of binding spells
weaved in the icons of a thanatotrope
reflected through a funeral spectrum
that was once found in a necropolis
cosmic wounds sculped on cadavers
exhumation of eternal enigma
that lurks in the haunted cells
of the hermetic nectar of the dead
like a self-devouring snake in flames
painted on the magic epitaph
that holds for all the little mortal souls
the gentle master, black angel azrael

/ diabolos rising lyrics