The Necromass, Always They Answer - Abysmal Grief

When the moon gets a silvery violet light

We use to meet in this old abandoned

House

Among cold ancient walls and baroque

Drapes

To establish link between Life and

Death

We proclaim the presence of a spirit light

In relation with the living before us

Their words are subject for the study on life

Consider the Funeral as a new birth rite

A new birth rite… The Necromass