The Books Of Skelos

[I. THE BOOK OF ANCIENTS]
 Three books of human flesh
 Of Magik, life and death
 Of times long lost to man
 Creation of the damned
 Before the ancient gods
 And Dreams of Eschaton
 The Ancients of the Muse
 Combated Cthulu
 His tentacles reach far beyond the grave
 These chronicles of light and life enslaved,
 Were penned in blood
 Before the mighty flood
 Nocturnal Lords of Death
 Summoned by Dragon's Breath
 To cleanse this holy land
 From sea to desert sand
 Like Necronomicon,
 And Ancient Bardic song
 These books hold many clues
 To Magik law and truth
 The sentinels of Hell guard every gate
 These chronicles of light and life enslaved
 Were penned in blood
 Before the mighty flood
 [II. THE BOOK OF SHADOWS]
 Nightmares turned to living hell
 Enchanted under the spell
 Dark Lords cast upon the earth
 Armageddon into birth
 By the books
 Holy Cross turned upside down
 Burning empires to the ground
 Aiser Legions march to war
 Halocaust of ancient lore
 In The Books
 [III. THE BOOK OF SKULLS]
 Long lost Magik of our tribes
 Necromantic book of scribes
 Blood from human sacrifice
 Bringing life that never dies
 The Book Of Skulls
 The witch begat her only orn
 Concieved by blackest rites
 Sacrificial throats were torn
 To give The Demon life
 Life baptized in blood
 Mankind thrown into the maze
 Of a cataclysmic age
 Cadavers re-animate
 As The Priests Of Chaos prey
 The Book Of Skulls.