Dreaming With The Dead

Through the iron gates
 Past the holy graves
 Down the marble steps
 Unlock the family crypt
 My sinister ancestry
 Have hypnotic holds on me
 Their spells and incantations
 I learn with trepidation
 Within the lurid tomb
 Their black ideas bloom
 I spend my nights awake
 To hear the dead relate
 Arcane philosophies
 Nocronomic prophecies
 Summoning beasts that dwell
 Deep in the ancient well
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 The dead control my living husk
 Compelled to embrace such an evil trust
 Ashes to ashes
 Dust to dust
 Now I am a somber shell
 The dead direct my living hell
 Sometimes they toy with me
 The horrors they make me see
 Hideous blasphemies
 Things that I set free
 Abominations free to strike
 This vile curtain shouds my life