The witch has come Mantic foreseer Grants her summon The ghost does hover close nearby the temple stones A magic wand does serve the rite Blessing all the rotten bones But bystanders fail to see The body's raising upright in front of thee Paleful eyes do point to oblivion The gates of doom had outcast its mortal one Scrolls unfold, sigils break Words invert its meaning dread Singing her unholy spells To summon up the ancient dead All foul flesh has fallen down Exhume the corpse while bones do crumble Blaspheme the grave, exalt death's crown As invoked from carrion slumber All flesh has fallen down Bones do crumble Preserving Sheol's crown Out of their slumber