Letra de Necromance

'Twas the feast of yule Three foul knocks did exhume The hungry king met eyes with a chief from the tomb Up and beyond the hill My lovely daughter awaits Like a horny wolf the monarch stormed right out of the gates A most magnificent maid Bestowed a bowl of wine He drank it all at once and bellowed: You will be mine Lit by the touch of his spellbinding bride His hungry fires burning deep inside From freezing forests cold howled Ymir's breath On all the gods he swears to love her Love her to death The queen would bear him sons All was well he thought Until a few years on but then her body would rot Three cold winters long She spent most statuesque He stubbornly refused to see his love was grotesque Ah, it's no wonder, king You honor your wife so fair But the greatest honor would be new clothes to wear Lit by the touch of his spellbinding bride His hungry fires burning deep inside From freezing forests cold howled Ymir's breath On all the gods he swears to love her Love her to death Tonight is ripe for necromance They began to move her body from her bed And suddenly they were struck by a smell A pungent stench from Hel Feed her to the fire The flames burn ever higher Her flesh has turned blue Boiling like a witch's brew Boiling like a witch's brew Out from the ashes, demon serpent gnashes Lizards and toads crawling from her robe The evil that dwelled within her has been quelled No longer will he hear the whispers in his ear The whispers in his ear