Spiritdance-Necromantia

I travelled through the eyes of the Necroscope Into the realm where marble tombs lay open Where Death and Decay hold their thrones And sorrow chants her funeral song A weird sweet music fills the air As shadow forms gather in circles And it is nighttime, so cold, so dark When spirits start their dance macabre Ghostly dancers whirling around Their lips move in silence And there is death in their eyes A young couple waltzes among the gravestones (holding goblets of silver in their hands) Together they drink as the music plays on Together they die poisoned by their own hands Beside a grey mausoleum Two duellists fence with etherial blades And as the sword pierces the heart A misty veil enshrouds them both A man whose faithless wife betrayed his love Slays the unwary lovers onto their bed of lust As a poet of unsound mind ends his damned being Giving his life for the glory of the black art Centuries of spectral agony and pain Performed like a drama before my eyes In the first light of day the spirits disappear In a haze of ghostly mist shimmer away Until the next time they replay their deaths