The smoke below, coming from the grave we locked up
We hymn the void, conjuring the seals of demons
A hidden plane of man
The moons align the signs
Into the hollow names
Crescent moon of night
Within necromancy
The crescent moon, meadows glistening howls
The pale hand of death
To ride the skies, planting witchery, Occultism
The inverted pale hand
The moons align the signs
Into the hollow names
Crescent moon of night
Within necromancy
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