Skull With A Forked Tongue

(album: Franckensteina Strataemontanus - 2020)

I slept amongst the dead
Ate the flesh of dogs and black leavened bread
I pronounce the three unclean
Names carved in bone, to consult this mantic head
Sorcery as a divinatory tool
To find that stone all philosophers seek
A black shadow ascends, possessing its vessel
And so the skull begins to speak

Conjuration
Craniomancy
Divination
Skull necromancy

It keeps me from sleep in the middle of the night
Its weary grave voice mutters, wails and sings
Moaning, whining, whispering, teeth-grinding
Preaching evil and the pleasure it brings
Into the occult
My breakthrough
Dippel's oil
Prussian blue
Alchemy
Grave robbery
Soul-transference
Necromancy
Consulting the skull night after night
From the rising moon till the morning turns bright
Tell me how to lift the veil
Separating life from death so I can steal the holy grail

Skull with a forked tongue
Skull with a forked tongue

The Flesh of hyenas that have fed on the dead
The foam from the muzzles of rabid dogs
Uncommon herbs, bone powder and the skin of snakes
Distilled in a mixture of oil and human blood

Elixer vitae!
Into the occult
My breakthrough
Dippel's oil
Prussian blue

Alchemy
Grave robbery
Soul-transference
Necromancy

Formulated step by step I've created the elixir of life
My spirit now scarred and mangled
A price paid with my own demise
My flesh rots away, I ask myself why?
For I shall live forever, yet all I want is to die
Forever in decay, my flesh rots away