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At last, the daylight does succumb

Steps lead from the pomerium

Fell the dusk and I took my flight

Mine is not the light

Through the countryside

Cypress shadows are alive

Where at Lake Avernus

I draw from Hades below us

Fevered, I present libations and pour

Black sand runs down to the mouth of the shore

A stillness grips the ocean breeze

And in haste I drop to my knees

A bitter aroma transcends earth

Trembling hands can't contain my mirth

In hand a dagger raised up high

Spell on tongue, I wet my knife

With zeal I present a wound

And the clouds part to reveal the moon

So the Shades may appear and comply

Necrophilosophic Rites

Impart thine secrets to me

Where the morrow is plain history

The future, a scroll 'neath my eyes

Necrophilosophic Rites

Footprints lead up from the shore

The lemures in dreadful pallor

Their grasp on my flesh is as smoke 'round a knife

My colour turns blue as if drained of life

Whispers I hear as my skin goes pale

Yet, this evening Orcus shan't prevail

Back on my feet, and into the night

I flee Avernus Lake beyond my sight

With zeal I bleed out my wound

And the clouds hark to conceal the moon

So the Shades retreat to the tide

Necrophilosophic Rites

The future is revealed to me

Read the morrow as plain history

Fate is only dread by the blind

Necrophilosophic Rites