Will-o’-the-wisp
Queen of Necrophilia
Bow To The Porcelain Altar
Octopus
Killergeist
Flamenco de la muerte
Spiders
Devil’s thane
Death Challenge
Step Into The Mist
I feel sick
that cold breeze
is hurting me
Black old trees
around me
are scaring me
The night is queen
mistery things
are moving
with that evil wind
State of fear
is driving me
to insanity
Bourning clouds gravely sounds
will-o’-the-wisp
I see shadows that lay over me
Damn my feet
are sinking
in the smoking
marshy ground
A floating light
is shining
through the underground
Doubtful consequences
causing grief of
black misfortune
big black wings
of an owl
approach to me
Your body looks so good
it’s even hot and cold
and you can’t stop my will
you’ll stand forever still
You’ve said me no in life
I own you when you died
I violate your meat
and on your face I’ll sit
Perversion which leads
morbid bent for the corpses
I’ll give you the last
one taste of my love
My lust for death
no I cannot control
I’m waiting another
a no-living soul
Because of my love for the deads
six feet under I grab
someone calls me someone calls me
queen of necrophilia
I’m not the undertaker you’ve met
I’m something you can’t understand
someone calls me someone calls me
queen of necrophilia
The idea just makes me bright
it’s simple to fuck the alives
Is better when are dead
but you can’t understand
I exhume you in the night
in my face I’ve print a smile
Like a baby with a new doll
with my mind in your soil I fall
Bow to the porcelain altar
The White Rabbit has mindfucked you
Bow to the porcelain altar
And give to the Devil his due
Give to the Devil his due
I wish I hadn’t cried so much
diggin for apples indeed
and yet what a dear little puppy it was
the great question certainly was what?
Who are you?
What do you mean by that?
That is not an answer,
that is not an answer
Twinkle twinkle little bat
How I wonder what you’re at
up above the world you fly
like a tea tray in the sky
Will you? Won’t you?
Will you? Won’t you?
Will you join the dance?
Will you join the dance?
Middle Atlantic Ocean
Nearby the Azores Islands
That cursed artifact
Lays in the hold again
Water and food are low
We’ll die of starvation
Maybe the ratts are good
We surely have to try them
I can’t breathe right now
that thing pulls me down
Octopus has me
Panic has begun!
Something blows hard the ship
I hear it from the depth
A scream breaks the silence
Where is Jack Woodleg?
Another scream and then
Someone falls out the ship
Everyone takes the rifle
Then silence lays upon us
Hi my name is Tod
30 years ago
blood and death were meant to be my job
Now I’m a ghost
I was the most
motherfucker killer of the west coast
Killed by a cop
In my workshop
My horror house that now has been spotted
They found my corpses
eaten by the worms
and all the pics of me fucking a dwarf
He’s a psycho
He’s a ghost
Killergeist
I, I miss my job
I miss your blood
I miss the bitches screaming out loud
So I’ve decided
To come back in life
To keep on slaughtering your pitiful guys
I’ve sacrified
My afterlife
Making haunting an art let it shine
If you will die
Your agony
Will coincide with my name KILLERGEIST
Come in the dancefloor
come don’t need to fight
dance for the Death
this is your last time
A dismal macabre dance
my hand you will take
a rose between his jaws
and don’t be afraid
por favor baila con migo
por favor
come take my hand
dance among the grave
don’t make any penitence
die proud of your life
Eight legs for eight eyes
watching you searching the light
hidden in dust without any sound
waiting the whisper to attack you behind
Poison that runs in my veins
venom burns under my skin
it dazed false dreams in my head
The sting wasted my neck
It seems like it is making me mad
Silent scream in the night
the heart stops for a while
your eyes are tourning white
is not worth the sight
The soldier of Death
scamps now at your back
waiting for spider’s revenge
you think it’s so useless
he wants make you see
all the paths of your insanity
A web in your mind
you can’t escape
it runs in the cellar
to bite you again
they rise from the stairs
and that is the end
you feel the pain walking
on your stucked head
Humanity is so strange
when they could have revenge
they appeal to their patience
and they don’t take the chance
Put louses on Barbie’s combs
spit on an evil lamb
squeeze all the rotten pimples
of all this useless wisdom
you will live only one time
why don’t you spend it fine?
Put off beliefs and faiths
it’s time to be more brave
to be the devil’s thane
Give reasons to your life
Buy dreams and then deny
Revenge all your regrets
Play rock and then have sex
Disguise as a coward priest
Then steal the crucifix
Build up your pleasure dome
And pulp the holy one
You bumbkin your time has come
but I give you a chance
to redeem your doom
so wanna play the game?
You have to find
someone who keeps alive your green business
and to till the fields you have sowed year after year
after year
now you’ve lost the match
with the Death
ah ah ah ah ah
no one would till
your blank garden
so you have returned
but I see empty hands
you weren’t able
to find a dirty soul
you are alone,
who wants to take your place?
Who wants to save your life
that’s arid and barren?
You’re dead
There’s a voice inside your head
makes you alive makes you mad
all the wisemen looked for
understand her and her love
Most of them died in a madhouse
pushed in by those who knows
how to act how to perform.
Are you alive or just a corpse?
Take a breath find yourself
I will give you all my meds
Free your mind feel the Beast
Just one step into the mist
