Rapture in the barren wastes of Roba El Khalyeh

Such solitude awaits in shadows

Beneath the sifting sands where they crawl

Festering within their forgotten tombs

Possessors of the arcane arts

Cast out and left to die

The carrions hang in the sky

I curse the sun awaiting the night

What whispers in the darkness

Knowledge that I seek

What was forgotten I shall reveal

Unleashing it upon the masses of the meek

In my desolate wanderings

The path of necromancy

Scrolled upon these pages that I've scribed

The knowledge of the ancients

Let terror guide the way

To where the dead hold their secrets

In bone oh so decayed

To where unearthly sights are beheld

To where the demons brood

Loathsomely as they swell

Traverse along the banks of the Nile

Amidst the fallen temples

Wrought from the beating sands of time

In my desolate wanderings

The path of necromancy

Scrolled upon these pages that I've scribed

The knowledge of the ancients

In the wake of gods

Await the tide advancing