A magician with powers so strange resurrected from the past 
He changed dust into flesh so not to rest eternally 
See: 
What is dust? 
Death? 
Or youth for life? 
(Joseph Curwen) 
Onwards your spell drew it 
Eyes will seek for you, trust a secret 
faith in the unknown ancient melancholic times 
Where the mist was, the old, the weak, are silenced 
Like the folks that ran away after years 
Never play with the raising of the dead 
Powerful minds will overtake yours 
Do not call up that which you can't put down 
Memorize the words of the descending node 
I'm climbing down now, it's dark in here 
I hear the moaning now 
I'm going back again to the cellar stairs 
I hear the moans again 
This time I hide my fear 
I climb down deep and find the answers here 
Embrace the darkness! 


(c) Orphanage