Nightfall inexorably unfurls an odious shroud, upon this All Hallows' Eve
Eliciting the dead into metamorphosing, by demonised spells we weave
Chthonic wraiths arise from barrows, with our necromancer's shibboleth
Rousing themselves from our mythologies and their residence, of death
Our dark prayers are answered as our bonfires, like pyres, are inflamed
Macabre revenants are reanimating, from where nothing's ever reigned
And see how their shadows are cast, as they choose to walk among us
Necronauts of the netherworld arise, from our spells of unholy numbers
Corpses once, now transcend from an abyss, to reveal what lies ahead
Eldritch conjurations, untethered from a pit, where life has finally ebbed
Reciting incantations, we'll allure the burial shades of those forever lost
Saint Death guiding us, to night, where the burning bridges are crossed
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