Barathrum

Here I am for nocturnal necromancy
For the dark magick to perform my rite
Ancient knowledge studied from those old books
Written by sorcerers, written in blood
I am necromancer, I'm questioning deceased
Magick of necromancy at night on the graves
Living human beings I can not trust to them
As I trust to dead ones, raised from their graves
Soil of the graveyard moved by shovel
Oaked lid of coffin, I find from that hole
At the dead of the night cross-screws open
In moon light
I move the lid of casket, there's white-heared dead