Necromancy Divine

In starless nights of tempest,

Thessaly's witch creeps out from her tomb

The Levin bolt to seize

Abhorred Erichtho

No prayer she breathed, no supplication to the gods

Her breath alone has turned pure air fatal

Abhorred Erichtho

Necromancy divine, necromancy divine, necromancy divine

She loves to light altars with funeral flames

She's brought the dead back from the grave

Abhorred Erichtho

She has buried souls alive, in control of their bodies

She knows the homes of styx, dread mysterious rituals

Abhorred Erichtho

Necromancy divine, necromancy divine, necromancy divine

First through his gaping bosom blood she pours

Still fervent, washing from his wounds the gore

Then copious poisons from the moon distills

Mixed with all monstrous things which nature's pangs

Bring to untimely birth

Pestiferous leaves pregnant with magic chants

Blades of grass which in their primal growth

Her cursed mouth had slimed

Last came her voice more potent than all herbs

To charm the gods who rule in lethe

Necromancy divine, necromancy divine, necromancy divine