12th Spell

I chant the hanged one's spell
Harnessing the power from Hel
Under the eyes of the Moon
Unearth the secrets of your tomb
Your tomb

Carving strong runes with my blood
A hand shoots up from the mud
I send the spearman my swears
Black lungs are gasping for air

I chant the hanged one's spell
Harnessing the power from Hel
Under the eyes of the Moon
Unearth the secrets of your tomb
Your tomb

Unholy hymns in the night
Tormented wights taking flight

Conversations with corpses
Shadows storming my mental fortress in the night

Deep in the witching hour
I stand at the cross-paths of power
Detaching in a cosmic stream
I leave behind this demon's dream

I chant the hanged one's spell
Harnessing the power from Hel
Under the eyes of the Moon
Unearth the secrets of your tomb
Your tomb