The Anthropomancer - Necrowretch

Darkness rises over the desolated creek

Only one man still lives in his putrid reek

Over his table an ancient cauldron leaks

With his only eye he bends over and seeks

Moon reflecting on the rusted knives

By whom hundred have lost their lives

Piles of flesh and bones, tongue of Evil speaks

With his only eye he bends over and seeks

Nightmares to come, horrors to roam

Morbid fate, in darkness arcanes

Another prey captured, torn to pieces

Sacrifice and torture, evil prophecies

Darkness rises over the desolated creek

Only one man still lives in his putrid reek

Tormented by horrors of his own predictions

Foreseen a priest of doom, impending damnation

Nightmares to come, horrors to roam

Morbid fate, in darkness arcanes