The Anthropomancer کے بول

Darkness rises over the desolated creek Only one man still lives in this 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 Dakness rises over the desolated creek Only one man still lives in this 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