The Sharing Of Thoughts With The Dead Lyrics - Singles - Abaddon Incarnate

Starlight filters through the trees 

I am rapt in twisted taught 

I wander to the ancient tomb amidst the stinking fog 

Beneath the moon upon a tomb entranced in a black daze 

I seek forbidden truths that lie beyond the grave 

Dark minds were born to suffer 

Beneath the lies of the white Christ 

Be free among the dead ancients 

Mind meld with the unholy rot 

Sometimes I hear them moaning deep within their vaults 

Starving, lonely, pathetic bastards infected with the rot 

But if I spend long enough in this morbid trance 

They begin to see my magic and I become their God