He wants to show you the Necromantis truth
He wants to prove he can send you far away
In between hell and the grave is purgatory
That’s where he’s gonna make you stay
He shoots round the maze
Since they rewired his brain
Brought back from the dead place
Now he does the same
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
What did I miss?
High priest of death
Let’s his mana rest
Can you smell his breath?
The sickness becomes the health
The sentinel of the tomb
Puppets at his fingertips
He says get the fuck out
You’re going to get that shut eye now
He’s reanimated
Stuck in death’s frustration
Brought back from the underworld
Now he deals the pain
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
He’s the Necromantis
I want you to know it’s not my fault
I should I have died in piece
Raised in the middle of the grief
Necromantis prays for your death
Even though he knows there is no god
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