The Books of Skelos-Manilla Road

Three books of human flesh Of Magik, life and death Of times long lost to man Creation of the damned Before the ancient gods And Dreams of Eschaton The Ancients of the Muse Combated Cthulu His tentacles reach far beyond the grave These chronicles of light and life enslaved, Were penned in blood Before the mighty flood Nocturnal Lords of Death Summoned by Dragon's Breath To cleanse this holy land From sea to desert sand Like Necronomicon, And Ancient Bardic song These books hold many clues To Magik law and truth The sentinels of Hell guard every gate These chronicles of light and life enslaved Were penned in blood Before the mighty flood [II. THE BOOK OF SHADOWS] Nightmares turned to living hell Enchanted under the spell Dark Lords cast upon the earth Armageddon into birth By the books Holy Cross turned upside down Burning empires to the ground Aiser Legions march to war Halocaust of ancient lore In The Books [III. THE BOOK OF SKULLS] Long lost Magik of our tribes Necromantic book of scribes Blood from human sacrifice Bringing life that never dies The Book Of Skulls The witch begat her only orn Concieved by blackest rites Sacrificial throats were torn To give The Demon life Life baptized in blood Mankind thrown into the maze Of a cataclysmic age Cadavers re-animate As The Priests Of Chaos prey The Book Of Skulls.