Necromancer

Walpurgisnacht's Heraldess, dear to the gods of Erebus Haggard face vile with neglect, keeper of the mystery of Dis She dwells among deserted tombs, infesting haunted graves Neither the gods could stop her overhearing the silent shades Die no more! Live no more! Horrid Thessalian witch, scavenger of impious ways Thriving on ghoulish feasts even the Stygian realms dispraise She bounds the war, longing to possess the dead To foresee any event the necromancer needs a fresh head Mangling the hanged corpses, cutting the fatal noose with her teeth Scraping at the crucified, slashing the scorched skin and beneath Squatting by the exposed ones, awaiting the wolves to engage the fight Thrusting nails deep in the eye sockets, Scooping out eyeballs in delight Die no more! Live no more! She fills my wounds with warm blood, removing the gore Pouring moon-born poison, a nightmare envisioned before Innards washed, inert corpse, regrettably my lungs are intact She's lashing me with a living snake – Don't bring me back Quivering limbs, straining sinews Struggle with death, the torture continues Dead man arising, standing erect Mouth gaping wide – Don't bring me back I am a wretched ghost, viciously robbed of his final gift I hate my old flesh, please send this tortured spirit adrift My sad corpse is torn, tears are flowing down my cheek By the darkness of her spells I am finally forced to speak