The Spell Of Blood

My fire shall be your fire
My blood shall be your blood
My eyes shall be your eyes
Your death shall be my death

On moonlit night I lay on your grave
And call upon the spiritworld
I hear a voice from the other side
And we meet once more

This night we walk the earth
On dead flowers layed on the graves
Two shapes of unearthly light
Thin as air and pale of face

Nocturnal necromancy

In embrace of the night
We whisper into the wind
The dark portals open
Now we depart