Necromancer, the rites of dementia  See what the death looks like  Souls with the limbo, coming withe eternal flames  Arrive in circles of trembling hands  No inferno but also no heavens  No god on his golden throne  Promised eden turned into desert  Empty space and dead remains  Spectral mouth tells hopeless truth  In uknown words massacring the mind  There is nothing after life  What we can imagine now and here  Infinitely full of posthumous nothing  Greed for immorality  Is only despair now  Caught in the waiting for nowhere  Selling the souls for oblivions price,  "I must be immortal"  Nocturnal stagnacy as I burn my candles  Sanity now dozes and waits for a day  Nightmares in their real dimensions  No hope now...  Soon I will die...  No inferno but also no heavens  No god on his golden throne  Promised eden turned into desert  Empty spaces and dead remains