A grey stone monument Risen unnaturally into the air At the commands of the priest Carvings glowing with unearthly light As the dead enters the fire Cold as ice and black as death Characters since long forgotten Was struck by moonlight, now corpses revive Sanctuary of the Dead! Whispered into the night Three carved symbols into the stone The first one, the sign of our race Beyond the stars, scribe of the ancient The second was the key to the ponvers The elder gods may now be summoned The third sign is the sigil of the watcher Face the dead below Chalices filled with blood Covenants have been sworn Sacrifices performed Here's where the dead forever... roam! The seals has been carried To the rock of invocations Banished from the world of light Here is where the dwellers end Worshippers of the ancient serpent The profane of the banished Must never know about these seals Then the world will perish Sanctuary of the Dead!