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I, Necromancer

by Atragon

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1.
Matriarch 07:49
Annabella, protector of the lands within seven seas Can't you see that she's failed us, by not casting that young boy to hell? And damning us to seemingly endless year of his corpulent evil. An insurmountable task that she must face alone - the pain of watching the loss of life In order to topple the necromancers throne. Annabella, if she could only weep her crystalline torment The light would catch in her tears and sooth weary, plagued souls But Annabella is now as dead inside as her enemy's puppets An insurmountable task that she must face alone - the pain of watching the loss of life In order to topple the necromancers throne, of bone. "How could one so kind of heart kill a young boy, doused in maternal blood and screaming out for someone to hold Has she cursed us all?" "Bone-wielder lay down your sorcerous blades and cast yourself thin out on the waves Annabella comes to take your life For it, she'll give her's without a fight." Annabella cast the curse Annabella cast the curse Anabella cursed us all.
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Raised in the monastery of silence, by the ribbon-lipped druids of the oath for the twofold death of my mother - torn from the nether only to be sent back into it's pits. I tore the ribbons from those woven lips and filled the silence with fright And raised them to un-life to become, master of a forest of death. I wandered lands unhindered by conscience my legions in tow, ever stretching, the cadaver branches I extend When she, the witch, a fire in her heart to destroy me she cast this curse, that left me broken A suicidal man of regret
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Plains of white and gold A stretch of strength, of valour A wealth of surprised, scared eyes The lands magnitude of horror And I, Necromancer in black -of red, the dead, sanguine spittle Bore through the crowd like a blade (by fingers and bones they're slain) My only purpose, a harem of evil who will drag me to my grave And like a demon crouched on my back, I live my life of suicidal terror The witch of plague-ridden promise has won.
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In the calm after battle, she alone stands Blood that's just touched the heavens mists in the air Congeals in her eyes but she never looks downward She will not lower her gaze. She's not a human, she's a waltz When she dances around me, I'm reduced to a corpseorpse Finally, I look just like my legions All she's left is this wallowing wizard I am the wallowing wizard, watch me spit on your gods and your devils. This carrion witch, I've seen her before Before this curse which makes me want nothing more Than myself in the ground but my hands are as tied as my torment is loud I must kill her, she's the key Locked in her chest is what will set me free Then I'll love her, my paragon of murder. My hands pass through her chest and I tear out her heart I think she knew it'd be this way from the start For a smile crosses her lips at my evisceration kiss. Dead beauty, lost to my arms, the moment I killed her was the purest of harm Now it's off to my halls, and those blood splatter walls The very same walls the corpse of Satan does adorn. The corpse of Satan does adorn my wall.
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Annabella takes the black in as a pox on her soul groaning in the dirt, static eyes, and a mouthful of soil A literal hole in her heart, but she still carries on. She still carries... She created a filthy avenger, to her own guilty thoughts She drifts alongside an aire to malicious intent Dead weight in his arms Her lips spell out desire, destruction Rip, cut, form, heal, tear, repair, eviscerate, decapitate Rip, cut, form, heal, tear, repair, decapitate, decapitate I turn her head toward me and in this light, her eyes look violet Blood drains from my veins to her brain, makes her insane, oh there is pain. Here comes the dirty blood.
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Jesus Wept 13:49
Please whisper to me, sweet nothings of my end As I lay (chain round my throat) For my flesh to burst open, would only bring relief I want to see pleasure in your eyes, dear witch of lies. Feel these fingers of rust The poisoning of your blood The tearing of your cunt Lo, the moment of my birth I break free and loose those eyes from your skull And there's no use screaming "Mercy!" For I, have torn out your throat. But once again, I am tortured Because this didn't last longer The first taste of blood to whet the tongue The second to dilute the scum The pleasure of your passing has made me numb. An Odyssey of pain-giving Jesus wept, whilst I've merely slept Entwined in your organs and the bliss of the kill But like a mace blow to the skull, I realise this was not the plan My blood lust has robbed me of my chance to die.
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released June 9, 2017

Vocals - Jan Gardner
Guitar - Ruaridh Daunton
Drums - Jason Watt
Bass - Ewen Cameron

Production - Graeme Young at Chamber Studio
Mastering - Tony Reed
Art - Branca Studio

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Dabbed to the bone Doom 'n' Roll from Scotland Circa. 2012

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