Summon The Dead

Heavy breathing
in the dark terror
shadows are coming back
stinks around
the smell of Death
now you’ll get it
how you’re pinke your breath.
Go. Knight. Lead on
The Dead Destroy the life
Summon the Dead!!!
I am the Master of the graves
mortal people bend down
your heads
my legions are coming
from Hell
We are obeying the spell.
Thousand eyes from the Past
breaking down to the dust.

Facing the view
the view of the face
The face of course
the cause of all.