Becoming Darkness

In shadows deep where sorrows dwell, A necromancer weaves his spell, Through arcane rites and whispers cold, He seeks the power to control. His hands are marked by ancient scars, By moonlight’s touch and fallen stars, For immortality, he’ll trade His mortal flesh for dark charade. (Chorus) Hear the screams from the abyss, Feel the chains of the soul’s cruel kiss, In the darkness, hear the cries, As he’s torn from life to rise. Beneath the moon, the ritual’s grim, The air is thick, the lights grow dim, In ancient tomes and wicked lore, He finds the key to forevermore. With every chant, his flesh does burn, As writhing spirits twist and churn, His heart beats slow, his mind’s in dread, As shadow’s grasp encircles, spreads. (Chorus) Hear the screams from the abyss, Feel the chains of the soul’s cruel kiss, In the darkness, hear the cries, As he’s torn from life to rise. (Bridge) A wrenching tear, a tearing scream, His soul is dragged from mortal dream, From bone to ash, from flesh to void, A thousand horrors to avoid. The pain is sharp, the agony, Of leaving life and all to be, The essence ripped from frail to fierce, A twisted fate, a soul’s fierce pierce. As life fades out and shadows creep, He’s bound to darkness, deep and steep, His eyes now empty, hollow, cold, A liche is born from darkened mold. His laughter echoes through the night, A cursed soul in endless flight, The necromancer’s fate is sealed, In death’s embrace, his power revealed. (Chorus) Hear the screams from the abyss, Feel the chains of the soul’s cruel kiss, In the darkness, hear the cries, As he’s torn from life to rise. (Outro) So heed this tale of shadowed might, Of necromancers lost to night, For in their quest for darkened lore, They trade their souls forevermore.