In the forgotten times of old 
Beneath the ancient sands of Egypt 
The dead were never meant to find 
The peace and calmness of the grave 

From corruption they rose 
And brought forth a race of ghouls 
Between the bridge of life and death 
The shadow world of phantasms 

(Chorus) 
No spell can hold their bodies down 
No chant can hold them down 
For through the necromantic hex 
Strange forms come from the earth 

An evil necromancer's corpse 
Buried with face downwards 
Yield not to death, nor grave, nor tomb 
And walked among the living 

The Serpent like Lamia 
Rise from the grave at nightfall 
To Hunt and Feed upon mankind 
Longing for life and pleasure