Lyrics

Demonic commodity, you reap what you sow
Madness befalls those who read from the tome

You may listen in moderation and you’ll speak even less
The sigil of your master will be carved into your chest

Prithee, and heed me well
You will wither forever under my spell

The river shivers at the entrance of your ghost
Cradling the dogma of its host
You may study apocalypses but you’ll never understand
Your deities and curses, or the origin of man

Rise up from the crypt
Rise up from the crypt

Resurrection magick and ancient mysticisms
Call upon the restless to choke the natural rhythm
Resurrection magick
Magick, magick
Resurrection magick
Magick, magick

These gifts are lost on the living, they tend to forget
Their place in the grave and the twisting of fate


Rise up from the crypt
Rise up from the crypt

Resurrection magick and ancient mysticisms
Call upon the restless to choke the natural rhythm
Resurrection magick
Magick, magick
Resurrection magick
Magick, magick

We summon life to withered bones
As ancient crypts unearth the cold
The dotted line is signed in blood and ire
When empty eyes are filled with vengeance
The death my enemy will amend it
As one by one the screams fade into silence