a call of the dark and a jet-black sky

and a meeting with death

i follow the stars they lead me away

to the burial ground



i hear no sound this forsaken place

hasn't seen life in years

i glance around

time to prepare to perform the black arts



from death to dust to life

return to live again

i grant thee the way

awake!



uncover the graves

the night is thick yet the moon is high

i find the right name

i laugh as i dig for the slave shall be mine



from death to dust to life

return to live again

i grant thee the way

awake!



open the casket to meet my new meat

caress the body and greet cheek to cheek

pull up the corpse to proceed with my deed

a dry cough of dust as she come from beneath



the ritual's done i meet her embrace

two move as one we dance by the graves

in silence we pace



she holds me close

her grip is strong i find it hard to breathe

she smiles so sweet

her gratitude brings me to my knees



from death to dust to life

return to live again

i grant thee the way



from death to dust to life

return to live again

i grant thee the way

awake!

awake!