Vaultwraith - Nächtober Necromancy

Séance in his castle, we speak with the dead
We summon his bride, to whom he was newlywed
She lures us to her grave, lonely and nameless
In the rot-flavored wind, she appears beautiful and ageless
Hear my call, favor me!
Punish them for eternity
Our revenge will haunt you, this is sworn
From this night on, our vengeance is born
In this ground, I shall not be contained
Please don't rebury me in this cold, shallow grave
A cursory glance, through the blackest eyes
Assumes the flesh to be revived
Relentless suffering in eternal torment
I saw something in her eyes worse than death
The seventh moon binds us forever to the curse
Bewitched by the spectre, undead and perverse
Stripped of flesh, wizardry foretells
Fleshless necromancy renders the spell
In this nachtober delirium
We will rise above this bleak oblivion
Cursed death, bloodline doomed for centuries
Anathema cast out, eternally
Avenge my soul which has been forever scorned
Fleshless necromancy, I am reborn