I whisper in the ear of the unblessed dead
And my words of power are heard in the underworld
The dead
They are compelled to obey me
Even unto the worlds below
Yea I whisper in the ear of the unblessed dead
And they heed my necromantic demands
For I have bound them Inexorably
Cursed in this life and the next
I whisper in the ear of the unblessed dead
And they tell me things no living man knoweth
For I have taken possession of their shadows
And they are mine to command in the netherworld

I dream of the dead
And their shades showeth me visions
Which no living man can know
I whisper in the ear of the death
And mine is the unwritten knowledge
That lieth under the black earth

To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead
Is to cause them to live again
To speak the name of the dead