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Evoke lost spirits in forgotten corners of the land

By the moon and candles on the pentagram

Upon the spread gathering roots

My hands are tools of the magical arts

Creatures of magic, casting spells

Foretelling the future and healing spells

Waving intentions into the world

Enduring incantations to open doors

Rising from shadows they come

The dead hearken to the call

Telling secret desires in the air

Through the clearing voice on the altar

Foreboding visions come with necromantic rituals

Working under the guise of the moonlight

Lurking in the unconscious depths of thoughts

Throughout the underworld

Draped in a black robe comes the lord

Presiding the ceremony of the mighty dead

Pricks the fingers to draw with human blood

And seal the offering with whispers and dark oaths