Necromancer - Wildpath

of the devil who darkened his holy soul

Return for the way to save her

Gaining power by the corpses he wakes

Blood is flowing while hope is growing

Reason and faith fade away

He lives his nights like his days

Graveyards are quickly empty

But the undead are ugly

Might of a God, for playing with Death

Curse of doom love, is such a madness

There’s always some hope, Lord, send me a sign

Her soul may be lost, but love never dies

Flesh, bones and movement but no trace of soul

He could have managed to rule all the world

Love blinds his mind, he wants her by his side

Now’s the time to try to reopen her eyes

There’s always some hope, Lord, send me a sign

Her soul may be lost, but love never dies

Trading a life, some useful sacrifice

Trusting the fire can turn hope in ice

From every crypt, every tomb, quakes this dark fury

The gate of shadows are now opened

All the undead running towards their master

This hopeless and now disarmed necromancer

Fleeing can save everything but all seems to be lost

He runs, he’s lost, forever

Suddenly he feels in his veins the power of life

His will is not bad, the sky not spiteful

All the undead running towards their Father

This reborned mind, brightened by angela’s glance

Feelings can save everything, even when there’s no hope

He wins, he loves, forever