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
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