Standing on the abyss of death
broken bodies lies around
i give you now eternal breath
raise you from the underground
The victim is chosen
the curse is spoken
all rules are broken
NECROMANSY.
I am the master of the seven darks
raise bodies out of hell
I do ancient rituals
pray inhuman spells
i help you from the hole of death
make you mine endlessly
your my slave til your last breath
and get perilous vitality
The whole world soon is in my hand
i will raise all that who died
in storm i take then all the land
defeated by my darkest rite
With the gravest curse
i let you dance puppet on MY string
We are bounded by our necROMANCE
i am master, your a thing.
I whisper words in tongues of old
Can you hear my call?
You will raise, but ever cold
til Gods Tower will fall
a second birth i offer you
in your grave be part of my empire of dark
all other life will fall from grace
my rite is humans last ark
Joseph Hawker subverts the musical and sociopolitical status quo with a black metal triptych that's as incendiary as it is impressionistic. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2022