The Wishful Dead Songtext
von Grand Cadaver

Inhale the fire - become the flame
You are through ashes reborn
Inhale the wind - become the storm
You are the oracle of the wishful dead
Nekromanteion

Heavy breathing in the long blood shadows
Along the banks of the river deep
Hunted and veiled, chained to the past
By visions of imaginary hope
Will we see the torrents of blood
Or travers the river of woe
Greeted by the lord of the underworld
Across the waters of lamentation

River Acheron
Nekromanteion
River Acheron
Must flow


Inhale the fire - become the flame
You are through ashes reborn
Inhale the wind - become the storm
You are the oracle of the wishful dead

To the oblivious who stand by the remains
Of all the dying left behind
The keen gaze that stare into your soul
Hollow furnaces of fire
Feel the ire of the brimstone heart
That burns the will and breaks the mind
Our phosphorous rage will haunt us
All the way across River Acheron

River Acheron
Bring coins for Charon
River Acheron will flow

Inhale the fire - become the flame
You are through ashes reborn
Inhale the wind - become the storm
You are the oracle of the wishful dead