Herfst Necrotica: VIII Hymns of Death 1. Nemesis enslaved by a beaty divine the restrained worship of flesh sending chills along the spine a yearning to enmesh hapless victims in her lair feel what she felt years before tortured screams in the air soon beg to her no more each shiver of joy persuades her to destroy beyond the sense craving pain the gentle art of nemesis this nemesis domina once a victim, now a killer inflicted the stigmata no amount of blood will please her appetite for the tiny deaths she deals with every heartbeat sucking in, an exalted breath another body limp at her feet helpless, hopeless, skinless, lifeless discarded lives knot untied basement bodies torn and mangled nemesis, dead gorgeous bride likes her men stripped and strangled from the days of mighty troy set ablaze through plot and ploy womens stood in turmoils mist reflecting pain that gentle art of nemesis born and beaten down in darkness gloria ex dea 2. House of Twilight her opium scent veiled the subtle art of death still I quickly noticed traces of murder on her breath Ana Maly the mistress of this twilight home provided pleasure for those who sought or merely roamed a tragic tale spun towards an eerie end but such is life so never you despair, my friend for under the roof of dear little Ana Maly all that died they died in beaty she found the house alone some thirteen years ago to whom it belonged she did not care enough to know her dress soon hung in the tower room up high when townsfolk said they first heard a chilling cry of a man in torment or in ectasy it was hard to tell in care of dear Ana Maly girls bocked to her like daughters to a mercy mother and setlled in rooms close to one another and soon men came to see if with heir own eyes this twilight home held a splendid, carnal prize as the years crawled by so did increase the cries of many a guest with Ana Maly that never left lure of iniquity 3. An Interest in Distress with the dawning of every new day a lady in white enters the hall to nurse, comfort to heal and care all the wounds howling deep in her soul she holds a dark mystery wrapped in the veils of her mind her calling, a travesty inflicting pain upon her kind she's an epitome of care by day an angelic figure, elegant and pure her hands manicured and frail her face tranquil, despite her gruesome deeds her daylight smile is enshrined white her moonlit grin, shrouded black her daylight smile is enshrined white her moonlit grin, shrouded black when the hours of darkness reign again a malicious change is at hand our beloved nurse now transforms and morphs into this bringer of the dead she holds a dark mystery wrapped in the veils of her mind her calling, a travesty inflicting pain upon her kind with the dawning of every new day a lady in white enters the hall to nurse, comfort to heal and care all the wounds howling deep in her soul with her graceful hands she asphyxiates her daylight smile is enshrined white her moonlit grin, shrouded black her daylight smile is enshrined white her moonlit grin, shrouded black 4. Needle Vortex dreadful motions in the dark did awake them from their slumber a sliver of light deep in the night draws the blood from their hearts a pair of eyes in pallid horror stared across from black holes her needless are gleaming suffering and dreaming the moon dances to the music that twisted tune leaving her lips simple, yet so strangely cryptic heralding your mind's eclipse a pair of eyes in pallid horror stared across from black holes her needless are gleaming suffering and dreaming her needles are gleaming suffering and dreaming dreadful motions in the dark did awake them from their slumber and the visions they did see their souls forever would encumber a pair of needles at the ready held in hands of beaty the very last that they would see her needles are gleaming suffering and dreaming 5. She Wore Death as a Shroud 6. Vulture Feast a violent screech warns off who hears what senses preach to mortal fears something is wrong that much is clear decay lasts long this time of year a violent screech warns off who hears what senses preach to mortal fears the vultures feast on putrid meat of human beast the birds here eat cold cackling over bones beaks cracking marrow stones feathers flying flesh away no God is trying carrion prey a hellish scene ghastly sight sickly obscene the vulture's night broken beings enslaved to the flesh a fitting epitaph for the clients of the damned a final fall into abyss forever dream nightmares sleepless wreaking havoc stench of disease making amok battered poisoned stabbed or burnt bought and bargained broken beings enslaved to the flesh a fitting epitaph for the clients of the damned a final fall into abyss forever dream nightmares sleepless in the boneyard of the deceived come and see the vultures feast sinister and ravenous they mock all life in the boneyard of the deceived come and see the vultures feast sinister and ravenous they mock all life broken beings enslaved to the flesh a fitting epitaph for the clients of the damned a final fall into abyss forever dream nightmares sleepless in the boneyard of the deceived come and see the vultures feast sinister and ravenous they mock all life a violent screech warns off who hears what senses preach to mortal fears something is wrong that much is clear decay lasts long this time of year cold cackling over bones beaks cracking marrow stones the vultures feast on putrid meat of human beast the birds here eat 7. Scarlet Necromance in this room pale beaty lies with sinful secrets in her eyes murder mouth and corset curves tender touch and scarlet curls a burning body designed for delight a lethal lover every hour of the night in scarlet's room, the midnight hour the souls of men, she will devour a deadly dance that lasts the night which only ends when her prey has died the call her red - she loves the dead scarlet evil - nymphomanic death the call her red - she loves the dead scarlet evil - nymphomanic bayith in room number seven a sunset heaven colours crimson wash the walls scar lets out a raptured shout all is none when darkness falls malicious succubus consumes the lives sadistic pleasure in what she contrives when rigor mortis claims the men red has her fun, all over again! 8. Serpent Tongue I witnessed all these violent deaths men robbed of their final breaths walls adorned with paintings of blood testify the terror set in stones black windows stare like empty eyes a dreadful memory which never dies hidden in its haunted past the traces of its deviant caste whispering corridors now silently sleep a silence that they carefully keep now time has come for one last end my serpent tongue curls as I ascend the steps to the burning hill its eyes sewn shut a testament to the kill still the crypt of echo remains where nothing will expulse their pain no etch, no mark, no faith, no cross a tongue severed, no grief, no loss a baleful sound in still life night vengeful fires in the sky set damnation's path alight wells of hope left bare and dry I witnessed al these violent deaths men robbed of their final breaths I was part of every end free wil is cerntainly the devil's friend black windows stare like empty eyes a dreadful memory which never dies I step towards the distant shore laughing as the ashes pour in their remembrance I shall bow kneel and touch the soil in deep this secret now the grounds shall keep