The pestilence covers the ossuary like a thick fog Already nobody sobs for this unhappy soul She and she alone can give voice to the dead Supine and open, his intestines scattered over the whole table, illuminated by oil lamps Cadaver fluids sprinkle his hands The dexterous dancing of the needle over the mutilated body Joining shreds of flesh The dark secret art of necromany Conjuring degradation and morbidity Inert corpse, cold like a stone Reveals the secrets of the beyond Buried in mystery Death doesn't lie Horribly disfigured face Animated by scavenging worms Modeling livid corpses Summoning his soul Five candles to five points A circle conceals the nails of a dead child The flushed embers The innocent blood shed on the soil Soulless deceased body There is no graeater honor than serving me Come to me through corruption I unleash your spirit into hell