Black Art of Necromancy Lyrics

I can see the beauty in the exhumation of graves
I dig! I dig!
I find a black coffin
Kneeling down on burn pages of the Holy Bible
I can feel the stench of death
What is that?
I felt a shudder on my hole body
A grave with a corpse in a wedding dress
A skeleton of a child beside
The portal has opened
As the damned book taught
Worshipped by my mother and witch sisters
I raise the head of a horned victim
And sing the psalms of the angels fallen
My tongue is like a whip, words like fire
This is the black art of necromancy
I love the emptiness in your eyes
I carve devilish prayers on your skin
I look at the crying sky
Oh fuck!
I feel so excited
I love your pale skin
I love the warmth in you before the decay
A squirt inside the corpse
Is like a spurt of death