Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Eyes stare, hands grasp Mouths gape for their attack Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Watching, waiting Things are salivating Don't scream too loud 'Cause it’s over for you now Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls Blood runs, flesh crawls Hearts skip, darkness falls

Death to the Living! No quarter! No retreat! Onward, brothers! Rank upon rank, rank upon rank, rank upon Rank upon rank, rank upon rank, upon rank See the armies of the dead parade with banners high Rusted daggers stained with gore are thrust to burning skies Shambling corpses march in time to drums of human skin The time of man is over, the reign of death begins Giggling ghouls and skeletons and vampires are in tow Shapeless things with bat-like wings sing dirges rough and low Demonspawn brings up the rear with tentacles and teeth Mouths that yawn and fangs that shear to break the bone beneath Sinuous and sensual the subtle succubi Shapely breasts and bony crests with soft seductive eyes Though they look delicious quite malicious is their spell Once they grip you in their lips they'll drag you straight to hell See how comes the cavalry, encased in rusted mail Bloated knights in gangrene armor on their horses pale Clouds of flies crawl out their eyes and pus spills from their lips Maces, swords and lances rot within their fetid grip This horrible procession is a taste of what’s to come Soon the cries of battle rise with beating of the drums It’s time to fight, all hallow’s night, but which side will you choose? You’re laid low, their ranks will grow, for death will never lose Rank upon rank, rank upon rank, rank upon Rank upon rank, rank upon rank, upon rank

Predator or prey, tables turning The grasses start to sway, their eyes are burning A lagomorphic rite, after sunset Incisors gleaming bright and you’re not home yet Fur dissolves like wax, coalescing To form their avatar, the Great Hare’s blessing The warren walks as one, a thing of vengeance Lithe and deadly grace, a killing engine Bodies line the streets bent and broken Hands severed at the wrists, it took a token Instinct, more than skill, more than habit Retributory kills on the night of the rabbit Lock the doors up tight It’s the night of the rabbit Don’t come out until the sunlight It’s the night of the rabbit

Sisters all and witches three, gathered on the hill A time to sow, a time to reap, a time again to kill Eye of newt and blood of lamb, hair of virgin girl Silver quick and seed of man within the cauldron swirl Dance upon this blasted heath, pallid bodies writhe Blasphemy, pour out of thee, invoke the sire of lies Blackened branch of birch in hand, steeped in newborn’s gore Take their flight into the night, screaming as they soar Come upon us, dear Macbeth, what do you desire? A Scottish crown, your liege’s death? Gaze within our fire Breathe in deep of liquid sleep, and step into the fray Hecate calls as kingdoms fall, as daylight fades away

Ave domina nostrum, ave domina nostrum Ave domina nostrum, ave domina nostrum Ave domina nostrum, manus albas Quem nostrum lachrymis abluit sanguinem Ave domina ossa fracta, domina Decoris et muliebris, domina victoriae All hail our lovely lady of the downcast eyes (ave domina nostrum) She of roses and black velvet braids (ave domina nostrum) She of bandages and brands to cauterize (ave domina nostrum) Lady of Dilaudid, wash my pain away Hail our lovely lady of the morphine and the blade Dea manibus cruentis, ave, ave All hail our lovely lady of the saline line (ave domina nostrum) She of hypodermic needles sharp (ave domina nostrum) She of intravenous love and eyes that shine (ave domina nostrum) Lady of ablutions, guide me through the dark Hail our lovely lady of the morphine and the blade Dea manibus cruentis, ave, ave Lovely lady please don’t take me, I’m not ready now My sicknesses aren’t killing me just yet (ave domina nostrum) Smile so tender as you gently wipe my burning brow (ave domina nostrum) Slide the needle in, help me forget (oh) Hail our lovely lady of the morphine and the blade Dea manibus cruentis, ave, ave Hail our lovely lady of the morphine and the blade Dea manibus cruentis, ave, ave Hail our lovely lady of the morphine and the blade Dea manibus cruentis, ave, ave

Come round the fire from whenever you roam You wanderer, brigand, far flung from your home Come heed my advice and partake of this poem Of the song of the Mari Lwyd She rides in the forest, as silent as night Wrapped in a death shroud, so ghostly and white Her face is all bone but her eyes are still bright The dead eyes of the Mari Lwyd The cold of the winter, the ice and the snow She’ll pay no mind to the cold winds that blow She’ll gallop on just like the mounts long ago The tireless mari lwyd She may come to your hearth and demand entrance there And ask you the riddles that she has prepared Oh, woe unto you who shall take on the dare Put forth by the Mari Lwyd You wanderer, wanderer, so far from home Take this song with you wherever you roam No matter your fear, just remember this poem Beware of the Mari Lwyd

Get in line to see the Pharoah’s tomb Before the exhibit closes Here’s the wine he drank that spelled his doom How stately he reposes Laid to rest embalmed and wrapped in sheets The God-King Akhenaton With a khopesh resting at his feet Killing edge in sand, forgotten What remains is only dust and bones Something evil burns inside it Once the tourists leave and go back home The flame of bloodlust reignited Sickles gleaming sharp and primed to kill With a groan, the pharaoh rises Clicking teeth, awaiting blood to spill The pharoah comes to terrorize us Pharoah, pharoah, dust and bone Rising from your golden throne Pharoah, pharoah, blood and bronze Crueler with the passing eons The pungent smell of incense fills the air Incantations issue from parched lips Holding you within his awful stare From his sheath, the rusted dagger slips You can hardly feel the ancient blade But the blood that runs is steaming You are first of many to be slain By the pharoah dead but dreaming Pharoah, I am but a man Let me serve as your right hand Pharoah, paint the world with red Raise an empire to the dead Pharoah, cleanse the world of light Bathe us all in endless night Pharoah, pharoah, dust and bone Come reclaim your golden throne

I’m but a gravedigger, as was my father and His father before him as well I’ve buried the heroes, the traitors and everyone Caught between heaven and hell By six are they carried to where they will lay Alike are they, rich and the poor They find equal footing there, under the clay No matter what they could afford Princes and paupers, the clergy and sinners Will lie in my graveyard someday Those with their feasting and those with no dinners Are leveled by death’s final say By six are they carried to where they will lie Alike are they, rich and the poor Think on this often for all men must die No matter what they can afford Men and their womenfolk, time will all take us, And render us ashes anew The reaper of man lays a yoke on to break us And so goes the turn of the screw By six are they carried to where they will rest Alike are they, rich and the poor The cruelest and fairest, the least and the best No matter what they can afford Coffin of plywood, or lacquered and polished It matters not what you can spend Even the tallest of mountains will fall if You wait it on out ‘til the end By six are we carried, to long dreamless sleep Alike are we, rich and the poor For God in His heaven has our souls to keep No matter what we can afford By six are we carried to where we will lay Alike are we, rich and the poor We find equal footing there, under the clay No matter what we can afford

I have seen my blood congeal in the strangest of patterns I divine the real and false from the shape of its splatter Underneath the moon my knife is a crescent of silver Flashing in the dark with prophecies to deliver In the blood that swirls and writhes in the gutter I have seen the men and wives that lay with another I have seen the knife concealed in the sleeve of a brother I have seen the poison flow from the breast of a mother All of the terrible things I see While practicing haruspicy What has been and what may be It takes the breath right out of me I have seen my corpse defiled in the cruelest of manners I have tasted blood of foes congealed on our banners Now I dream of Gods, alive and great in their hating In between the stars they slumber, patiently waiting Thinner has grown this veil of light That shields us from the hateful night Doing what man expects of me In practicing haruspicy I am a man so small and frail I will not go beyond the veil Of what may and cannot be This terrible haruspicy

I got a story if you got a minute It’s got some kinda wild stuff in it ‘Bout this girl who used to come to my bar It’s not my intention to go and scare ya But if you should her in the area That kinda tracks, 'cuz her type don’t stray far Now she's as pretty as your favorite song But her canine teeth were awful long She’s got this playful, quirky hippie vibe Her nails were red, her hair was yella The kinda lady that enthralls a fella But there was something feral in those lovely eyes Now, she came in here most every night Especially if the moon was bright Her musky sweat was sweeter than perfume And boy, when she began to dance Those hapless suckers didn’t stand a chance In moments, she was the alpha lady of the room Oh, eater of men, when will it be enough to get your fill You, seated again, here at my bar in search of your next kill A guy came in, man of few words A martini shaken please, not stirred And ordered a half-pound burger, cooked real rare When she saw him, oh, she quit her dancing Her cheeks went red, and she started panting She catwalks up to him cocky, then and there Now, she asks him, “baby what’s your type? You like em short and fat and ripe? Or are you more a hunter on the scent?” He smiles as wolfish as can be Says “darling, you look good to me I’ll eat you up with no room for after dinner mints” Oh, eater of men, when will it be enough to get your fill You, seated again, here at my bar in search of your next kill Months went by, and I didn’t see her She’s not the type to just disappear Until the other night; she came around Her belly was big as a waxing moon Sidles over across the room Orders liver raw, two full pounds And I asked her “so are you here alone?" She laughed, “no dear, my beau’s at home He’s the kind that works the best at night And the litter’s due most any day So no more Jack or Tanqueray No, I came in strictly for a bite” She ate her meal and paid her bill I figured for a while she got her fill Then I read the paper one fine morn "Bodies found with mangled faces Tourists vanished with no traces" Guess you go a little crazy once the kids are born Oh, eater of men, when will it be enough to get your fill You, seated again, here at my bar in search of your next kill If looks could kill, you’d be most wanted Every blue moon I get haunted By those eyes that terrorize me still

Stay inside and keep your head down Don’t open the door for anyone I’ll be back before the sun goes down The water’s gone and the food’s run out Don’t look back, just reload again They’re asleep for a little while Don’t be fooled if they call your name They're not human anymore She licks blood from her fingertips Watching us with those lovely eyes Bodies writhe underneath her feet Feeding time is here again Rise up from your dreamless sleep Pray my soul’s not yours to keep If you die before you wake Cross your heart with hawthorne stake Rise up from your dreamless sleep Pray my soul’s not yours to keep Rise up from your dreamless sleep Pray my soul’s not yours to keep Rise up from your dreamless sleep Pray my soul’s not yours to keep

Ave Ave Ave Delirium Santa nicotina Don’t you know that one and one make two I’m stuck beneath the floorboards And all I’ve got is you Ave, sanctus vino Don’t you know that one and two make three The bottle’s almost finished The bottom of my glass looks back at me Ave Ave Ave Ave Sanctus somniferum Don’t you know that one and three make four I nod and dream of demons Waiting right outside my door Hail the sweetest end to insanity (Ave) Counting up from now to infinity (Ave) Ave Delirium Ave Delirium

Didja ever see shadow scurry cross your porch at night Its hooves a-slip n’ sliding to and fro You wonder why it kinda stuck you something wasn’t right? Well my friend, there’s something you should know Something bout the smell they leave behind, the stink of death Garbage left in sun for near a week something bout the things they mutter underneath their breath I never knew of deer that knew to speak Not deer, not deer, not a deer at all It speaks in human voices and it stands at eight feet tall Not deer, not deer, goodness deary me What kind of abomination could it be? Standing straight upright it sniffs the air and looks about Its soulless deep-set eyes are almost black Its jaws unhinge and cackling issues from its lipless mouth And velvet, red and rotting wreathes its rack Deer are often skittish, no desire to stay and chat But these imposters want to stick around They’ll mimic all your loved ones if you chew the fat Even if they’ve long been underground Not deer, not deer, not a deer it seems It speaks your darkest secrets, makes a nightmare out of dreams Not deer, not deer, goodness gracious me Not deer, why don’t you just let me be?

October 22nd, 2085 My crewmates and I board the unknown mothership Pinged it from afar, and there’s no sign of life, No response, no staff or crew, it’s in deep space adrift Looks like it’s been derelict for quite some time The captain’s log is empty once you get past May The halls are freezing cold, encased with and ice and rime There’s not a single soul aboard this vessel gone astray Everything is wrong somehow, I can feel it All the angles are askew, the air is thin and sharp The walls flex in and out as if they’re drawing breath Unseen voices softly whisper threats within the dark We were not equipped for terror quite like this This is just our jobs to salvage what we could But man is not alone out here among the stars Less than human, something far worse than we understood

In the dark and dormant valley, in the grip of deepest winter Did I walk all by my lonesome, sheltered by the grey above Traveled far and wandered wide from empty desert, summer vineyards But in ice and silent snow I saw my one and truest love Though the years have tossed and turned me like a ship on wildest ocean Golden hair and scarlet lips from my dreams of long ago My lips frozen, almost numb I spoke her name and she did motion Beckoned for me to come closer through the banks of fallen snow She was not as I remembered though her beauty was unearthly Silver coins had replaced her eyes and her skin was cold as clay In my longing I’d forgotten what had happened since we parted We were promised to be married, like a fool I turned away In her grief she found an ash tree tall as heaven, limbs of iron There she hung as the church bells chimed; it should have been our wedding day Oh my dearest, my beloved I am sorry for my cruelty Icy fingers ‘round my throat and my penance will be made As my vision dimmed and narrowed and my life’s blood streamed in rivers Consecration of our union with my one and truest love In the dark and dormant valley in the grip of deepest winter Do I walk with my beloved sheltered by the grey above

Cora lee, Cora Lee, on that pretty hand should be A ring to tell the world that you have gone and married me Cora lee, Cora Lee, pretty hands so awful pale At the bottom of the river and that’s why I tell this tale Yes I killed her, I declare it, I was there, and it was me I’m the one who murdered my own darling Cora Lee She got into my Buick, and we went off for a drive That’s the last time anyone would see my Cora Lee alive Well I drove her to the river, the Willamette, deep and blue I knew full well my love for Cora Lee was just and true We walked upon the shore line where the ospreys stand their guard When I tell you that I hit her, sir, I hit her somethin’ hard Cora lee, Cora Lee, on that pretty hand should be A ring to tell the world that you have gone and married me Cora lee, Cora Lee, pretty hands so awful pale At the bottom of the river and that’s why I tell this tale She fell upon the muddy ground with just a startled cry She turned her head so I could see the tears well in her eyes I put my knife right through her; we were close, I couldn’t miss And on her trembling lips I placed a final tender kiss Well I don’t know what possessed my then, been a mys’try ever more She was gentle, she was faithful like no other girl before Her eyes were green as forests, auburn was her silky hair How could I ever raise my hand against a girl so fair? Cora lee, Cora Lee, on that pretty hand should be A ring to tell the world that you have gone and married me Cora lee, Cora Lee, pretty hands so awful pale At the bottom of the river and that’s why I tell this tale I don’t recall specifics but the sheriffs found my lain Upon the I-5 median, my hands with claret stained They never found her body for I laid her down to rest At the bottom of the river, the Willamette she loved best Well the judge brought down his gavel and he named the time and place Her mother she was weeping, and her father ashen faced The verdict read that life in prison was too good for me So in due time I’m going to join my darling Cora Lee When the clock strikes midnight they will take me from my cell And they'll fill my veins with Pavulon to send me straight to hell I’m sorry, darling Cora Lee, I’m sorry for my crime My awful tale is over and I’m almost out of time Cora lee, Cora Lee, on that pretty hand should be A ring to tell the world that you have gone and married me Cora lee, Cora Lee, pretty hands so awful pale At the bottom of the river and that’s why I tell this tale Cora lee, Cora Lee, on that pretty hand should be A ring to tell the world that you have gone and married me Cora lee, Cora Lee, pretty hands so cold and pale At the bottom of the river; may you live on through this tale

Tick tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick boom I’m sick of everything, I’m tired of everyone Before the fat broad sings, I’m gonna have a little fun I built a doomsday machine, don't bother asking how And when it goes we’ll see at last who’s really laughing now They call me lunatic, demented and deranged It may true, but evil geniuses are often strange I’m sick of concrete and sprawl, I’m just like Mr. Clean I’ll have a world of glass if I can’t have a world of green Tick tick, tick tick tock Tick, tick tick tick tick tock Tick tick, tick tick tock Tick tick tick, wait for it (ding)