In the crypts of filth grim wisp rise
Maggots lurk in the rags that cover the decayed face
In the center of the pit filthy miasma thickens
Those who try to talk end up in the moaning of pain
Oh come closer
So Ill show you the path to be coming strong
So as I open the grimoire
I aint pure anymore
Tainted by necromancy
Such is the price I pay for glory
The sunset proclaims the make of a clown
Stuck in the cerements his breaths are gone
An ill wind snuffs out the candlelight
Life sapped through the bite
Be it curse or blessing
Like I had any choice
So as I open the grimoire
I aint pure anymore
Tainted by necromancy
Such is the price I pay for glory
One more tiny thing wizard
is youre bound to win
You get everything you desire for
then youll learn why time is cruel
Love and hate good and evil
matters little for the immortal
Your destiny is deteriorating
into nothing but ashes through eternity
So as I open the grimoire
I aint pure anymore
Tainted by necromancy
Such is the price I pay for glory
