To seize the Night



Into the Darkness thy spirit wanders through the opaque skies I ride.

Unto the Ancient moon I offer my blood before the graveside.



Carpe Noctem, spirits of the night, from the Veil of AZRAEL.

I gaze upon the grave sight, through soil and withered leaves.

The voices of evoken spirits (of the deceased) speaks to me.

I hear the voices of deceased souls as chants of demons ring... vehemently.



From the Darkness I come.

The cold and dissonant realms I am.

I am the night the calls out.

I am the red eyes that stare.

I am the dark sorcerer of funeral Summonings.

From the Nocturnal winds of Necromancy,

I call forth the dead...

may AZRAEL animate the corpse before me.

I consecrate the golem with blood,

I summon the powers of night.

Within thine funerary circle of High Necromancy

I commune with shadowed spirits.

I view what once was, what is and what will come,

through thine darkened circle

I gaze through the all seeing eye.