Necromantia From the Past We Summon Thee Faceless Gods Far away deep, in the deserted lands Black cities rise, as monuments of hate The crypts who hide the Ancient ones Sources of Malice beyond the 7th gate Kingdom of Darkness, dreaming dead Faces of Abyss, beyond death (Our world belongs to them as it was before) Faceless gods invoking damnation Usurpers of Throne, Fathers of creation (One day they will awake and no human will be saved) Mortals will open the eye of the throne with the 7 keys of the land of the living ERESKIGAL will reign at dawn AZAG-THOTH will scream on his throne CTHULHU will rise from his sleep from the seas he was buried deep Our mother ISHTAR will temporary die nature will shudder from her nocturnelcry chaos will swallow the Earth when the fires will burn again Human race will be lead to her death The Ancients will howl their rebirth La Mort by Emile Verhaeren Death has tasted blood in the cabaret of three coffins Death put down on the counter, a black crown and then went on her way Death went on her way very slowly to look for the last rites They saw coming back the priest and the choir boys too late to the house whose windows were closed Death has tasted blood She was Drunk with it