The Cold Silence Beyond

From the eerie mist it calls Unearthly whispers from the other side They speak to me through visions and silent voices Of the ghastly horrors that lurks beyond From the spectral shadows they emerge Haunted by evil spirits and faceless demons Grant me visions of ancient times and forgotten gods Who lie in wait in the realm of the dreaming dead Within an inverted triangle of black burning candles I perform the forbidden rites of the Necromantic arts The gateways to the underworld will open As the parchment of blood-drawn sigils burn to ash I summon the cold and wrathful storm That swirls amongst the silent stars Come forth through inconceivable dimensions From the spaces between, the nothingness of absent light The Cold Silence is calling To the hidden depths and shadows of the soul Behold the deafening silence from the yawning abyss Manifest through madness and malevolent nightmares