Satan's Almighty Penis - Empire Of The Necromancers lyrics

Latter cycles of Earth Beneath the dimming sun Necromancers driven forth to the d**hly sands of Cincor . . . The sorcerors Sodosma and Mmatmuor performed the abomidable rites compelled the dead to arise . . . Creaking bones rise mournfully to serve their master's desires Numerous tombs and necropoli they raised to perform their wills. Skeleton slaves break coffin doors Tyrannous incantations Raise past Emperors of Cincor Plague-eaten corpses now toil in inexhaustible vaults for cobweb-blackened gold and gems of ancient time. Empresses with golden hair untarnished from the night of the tomb, the plague and the worm had not ravaged overmuch, serve their necrophilic lust . . . Actions of life at the will of their Lords Their blood ran chill with the waters of Lethe, longing to return to interrupted sleep . . . A vague stirring of revolt against this mockery of life. (while the) Necromancers wallowed in glutton. Hestaiyon, undead king, then found in the nether vaults, the sword and key of prophecy. He struck off the heads of the sorcerors and cursed them with spells. Undead marched to the nethermost vault, beyond the door, where sunken fires of Earth still burned, and flung themselves to a second d**h in the clean bottomless flames . . .