Nigromancy

Over the cold stoneThe Phantoms are hoveringTill certain time!The grief of their invisible decay is felt thereAnd the Moon is acquiring its entiretyClothed in black wrap holding the jugOf a blood only for youHabal Garmin is called to places whereAnother were stopped by damned ScienceOf ancient Lords of the OccultThe bell is vital composite of Electra � magicaAnd it is calling Them to returnThis, what stayed after Them was sculpturingThem during their LifesThrough hallow voice the words of Future are narrratingFrom the place of EchoesWho will make the step from Circle's placeHis flame of life will burn out!