The Spell Of Blood

My fire shall be your fire 
My blood shall be your blood 
My eyes shall be your eyes 
Your death shall be my death 

On moonlit night I lay on your grave 
And call upon the spiritworld 
I hear a voice from the other side 
And we meet once more 

This night we walk the earth 
On dead flowers layed on the graves 
Two shapes of unearthly light 
Thin as air and pale of face 

Nocturnal necromancy 

In embrace of the night 
We whisper into the wind 
The dark portals open 
Now we depart