Guillotine Necromancy
Pipe organs play in your sedating ways.
The church outside has fell before a murderous craze.
Go back to sleep, my sweet one.
The crucifix is too deep, for weak ones.
(How long will God let them *whispers* ...stray?)
They died by witchcraft banter that was only aids and cancer.
They pointed at elder creeps and circus freaks...But did not suspect the necromancer.
He walked inside their shadows as the priest prepared the gallows.
The guillotine chopped off screaming heads.The villagers, unaware of the magic it fed.
Necro Man, Necro Man, See. Blinded by the light of what he used to be.
He stitched their heads back on and set the victims free.
With the help of his dark magic, the town would soon be ZOMBIES!
(...soon be zombies) (...soon be zombies) (...soon be zombies) (...soon be zombies)
The church graveyard was an elevator for unsatisfied souls...
that crawled and hungered for the flesh of religious mortals.
Guillotine Necromancer. If life is the question. Death is the answer.
He hosts a red masquerade for the dead to dance,takes their beautiful heads,
and participates in a necrophilia romance.
“Play the piano slowly for me. Slide your dead finger across every key.
Bloody lady, my warm heart is beating. So stop with your promiscuous dead girl teasing.
While cradling our daughter’s severed head like treasure, let’s descend in this coffin and disappear forever.”
Necro Man, Necro Man, See. Blinded by the light of Christianity.
His eyes reflected back the flames of alchemy.
He found his wife and daughter but they were dead and rotting...
