Cryptesthesia

The undead convulse
From dead men's teeth
Shakes your children
In pits they sleep

Through dark arts
Necromancy
The conjuror calls
Cryptethesia

Disappear into the darkness
Backwards through the night
Riding rotten familiar
To host heathen rite

Through dark arts
Necromancy
The conjuror calls
Cryptethesia

Green fire grows
From human bones
Red eyes gleam
As demons rise from shadows

The mark is on your door
But we still taste your fear

Drenched in blood
Curse god and man
Contorted countenance
From sorcerous hands