Dreaming With The Dead (Ripping Corpse)

Through the iron gates Past the holy graves Down the marble steps Unlock the family crypt My sinister ancestry Have hypnotic holds on me Their spells and incantations I learn with trepidation Within the lurid tomb Their black ideas bloom I spend my nights awake To hear the dead relate Arcane philosophies Nocronomic prophecies Summoning beasts that dwell Deep in the ancient well Ashes to ashes, dust to dust The dead control my living husk Compelled to embrace such an evil trust Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Now I am a somber shell The dead direct my living hell Sometimes they toy with me The horrors they make me see Hideous blasphemies Things that I set free Abominations free to strike This vile curtain shouds my life